"I have my reasons. After the divorce, you're leaving me a sizeable fortune. Why should I continue working?"

A surprised laugh escaped Tyrone.

Her explanation was unexpected.

Ever since she joined the Blakely family, Tyrone's grandparents had been generous with her, enough so that she could lead a lavish life even without employment.

However, she had always shown dedication to her work.

She never struck him as someone who could happily idle away.

"If you don't provide a concrete plan, I can't approve of your resignation. Grandpa wouldn't approve either," Tyrone stated.

"I don't have a detailed plan yet. All I know is I've been feeling overworked Lately and would like to use this time to travel and relax.

Plus, after our divorce, if I remain here, we'll have to continue our charade as a couple for your grandparents, which isn't fair to you."

A look of comprehension dawned on Tyrone's face. "Is this about our collaboration with Galilea?"

Sabrina had put her heart and soul into creating MQ Clothing. He doubted she would abandon it so abruptly.

Sabrina silently conceded with pursed lips.

“Just bear with it a bit Longer. Once the endorsement is over, I‘1L arrange for your vacation."

Sabrina insisted, "I don't need a vacation. I need to resign."

“Sabrina, stop this," Tyrone warned in a stern tone.

"I'm serious, Tyrone."

After a moment's silence, Tyrone retorted, "Why do you have to resign to travel? Or is this about him?"

"Who?" Sabrina questioned, puzzled.

Him?

Who was referring to?

"The friend who visited today."

"I had a sprained ankle, and he came to check on me."

"You've come up with so many excuses to resign, but in reality, you just want to leave with him, don't you?"

Finally, Sabrina understood. He was talking about Bradley.

The thought was amusing to her. “What nonsense are you talking about?