"Spill the beans already. What is it?"

"I spotted two hickeys on his neck today. They were right there, visible under his shirt. You can't miss them whenever he turns his head."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely positive. If you don't believe me, go take a look for yourself. I must admit, I'm so jealous. I wonder who the lucky woman is to receive his affection. He's incredibly handsome. I've seen love bites on his neck before. They were almost in the same spot. He must have a secret lover or something."

"It does make sense when you think about it. I wonder what he is Like in the sack."

"He looks like he'd be good in the sack. I've heard that the bigger the nose, the longer the schlong."

"Mr. Blakely does have a big nose."

The hickeys on Tyrone's neck quickly became the talk of the company.

Speculations arose, and it was widely believed that Galilea or his sex partner had given him the marks.

Yet Sabrina's assistant had a different suspicion.

She wondered if it was Sabrina who was responsible.

The dynamics between Tyrone and Sabrina seemed to have changed drastically from the previous day. Their prior tension and hostility had seemingly transformed into something sweet and affectionate.

"Stop gossiping! How dare you talk about Mr. Blakely's private life? Go back to work!" Evelyn scolded, putting an end to their conversation.

Afraid of Evelyn's stern reprimand, they focused on their work with utmost seriousness.

Evelyn returned to her seat and squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart was filled with jealousy and resentment.

Her plan to drug Tyrone yesterday had backfired. Unknowingly, she had inadvertently given advantage to another woman who seemed to have captured Tyrone's attention.

Sabrina!

Her frustration grew as she realized the consequences of her actions.

Recalling what she had witnessed in the elevator, Evelyn clenched her hands.

Just then, the phone on her desk began to ring.