After texting him back, Sabrina changed into appropriate attire for the weather.

A secretary arrived shortly to drive her to dinner.

The villa was conveniently located near the city, so the ride took just thirty minutes.

As the car glided through the city streets, she gazed at the passing scenery, lost in her thoughts.

The local branch office was based in New York. It was a budding industry and wielded significant influence over Wall Street.

Tyrone's speech at Wall Street had previously made waves on the internet.

Back then, Sabrina was a naive 18-year-old girl. Having watched countless dramas, she had high hopes for love.

Now at 25, and three years into her marriage, she was having a relationship crisis.

The car halted before a fancy restaurant.

Following the secretary's lead, Sabrina entered the lively restaurant, where every table was occupied by diners, showcasing its popularity.

As soon as she stepped in, Sabrina spotted Tyrone.

He was seated at the aisle's adjacent table in the third row, donned in a black shirt, matching suit trousers, and minus the jacket that hung over the back of his chair.

Emanating an air of sophistication, he reclined in his chair, legs crossed.

Sensing Sabrina's presence, his eyes shifted to the door and locked with hers.

Sabrina hastened to his table, pulled out a chair, and took a seat across from him.

"So, here you are. How did you spend your afternoon at home?"

"I spent the entire afternoon sleeping.”

"Then you won't be sleepy tonight." Having a sense of Tyrone's thoughts, Sabrina shot him a penetrating gaze.

The waiter arrived at their table with a pair of menus.

Tyrone took charge of ordering, his voice low and mesmerizing.