Tyrone, blinking lazily, rummaged in his pockets and took out his phone, dialing a number.

The ringing echoed momentarily before a surprised woman's voice greeted him. "Tyrone? It's really you!"

"I'm at the parking lot of your hotel.”

After Tyrone had sent bodyguards to keep an eye on her, Galilea knew that he would not spoil her anymore.

No longer could she force him into meeting her using her life as a bargaining chip. Instead, she had to film while awaiting her next chance.