His gaze skimmed over the texts, a torrent of obscenities, vile insults, and relentless assaults

Tyrone's brows knitted together, a storm brewing in his dark eyes, his heart boiling with wrath.

The thought of Sabrina reading these horrific messages, of her quietly enduring this torment while pretending all was normal at work, twisted his insides into knots.

Barely moments had passed since he'd powered on the phone, and already fresh messages were flooding in.

He signed into Sabrina's messages, but found no trace of any correspondence with Lee.

It appeared that Sabrina had deleted their conversation after blocking him.

Tyrone had a hunch and decided to check her photo albums. As expected, he found the screenshot evidence of the conversation that Sabrina had kept.

The final message Lee had sent her glared back at him. "In fact, I can promote your brand on my show. Are you available to meet in my hotel room tonight?"

Tyrone's expression turned glacial. He powered off the phone, slammed it down onto the table, and dialed a number on his own phone.

“Mr, Blakely? It's been ages since you last called." The voice on the other end was surprised and delighted, almost incredulous

"I hear Lee's got a promising talent show in the works?"

"Yes, indeed. Are you considering investing? I must say, I don't foresee much success with this venture. I suspect it's doomed to fail at some point."

“Failure, you say? Let's expedite that. I want Lee's directorial career to crumble. Make it happen and I might just invest in your show instead."

The individual was overjoyed. "You can count on me!"

That night, Tyrone had a business engagement

It was nearly ten when he exited the private room.

The business partner showed great respect to Tyrone and personally accompanied him to the elevator. He had considered following him inside, but Tyrone politely declined, saying there was no need, before leaving with Kylan.

The driver had positioned the car by the elevator in the underground parking.

As Tyrone emerged from the elevator, he made for the car.

Just then, he heard someone call his name. "Mr. Blakely!"