After ending the call, Galilea snorted. "Dad, just watch. I won't disappoint you. Sabrina, you won't be victorious forever. Tyrone, you're mine and only mine. I won't Let anyone else claim you."

Then, Osiris dialed a number. "Find out everything about Sabrina. Be thorough."

As Sabrina and Tyrone drove back, neon lights blinked outside, casting a vivid scene reflected on both sides of the vehicle's windows.

Sabrina gazed out of the car window, specifically fixating her gaze on Tyrone's reflection. She couldn't help but notice his striking handsomeness.

His flawless eyebrows and enticing Adam's apple marked him as a mature man.

Sabrina turned, her lips pursed. "Did you cheat during our card game?"

Tyrone responded evenly, "No."

"No? Then how can it all be so conveniently timed? Don't you understand fairness?"

Tyrone gave a slight smile, took her hand, and gently squeezed her fingers, saying nothing.

"How could you possibly know what cards I needed?" Sabrina asked curiously.

With a glance at her earnest face, Tyrone replied, "It's easy. Your plays reveal your needs. One can deduce to some extent from the reactions of others while they play."

Indeed, Tyrone had the skill to count cards.

Suddenly, she remembered Tyrone's academic background, which was a degree in math and finance.

He always aced his exams.

At that moment, she sensed a gap between herself and Tyrone.

Years ago, she opted for a marketing major, inspired by him, striving diligently to keep her academic scores at the peak.

Yet for him, it was easy.

By the time she was in university, Tyrone had graduated, leaving a trail of tales behind. His name was etched on the twentieth spot in the hall of fame, surrounded by much older professors with their own accolades and significant contributions.

“What's on your mind?" Tyrone queried.

"Nothing," she responded nonchalantly, shaking her head.