In the next room, Tyrone was seething with rage.

He hadn't anticipated that Sabrina would fall in love with Damon, whom she'd met only a handful of times.

In order to get Damon's approval, She had even fabricated lies to defame him.

She was getting bolder and bolder.

Damon was still pondering the veracity of her words when his phone buzzed.

Seeing Tyrone's name, he realized how furious Tyrone must be.

But the timing of the call was fortunate, considering he was having difficulty responding to Sabrina.

"I must step out to take this call."

“Please hurry back," Sabrina urged softly, her eyes following Damon as he shakily rose and hurried out.

Once alone, the smile faded from Sabrina's face as she stared at the screen in the room.

She pretended to make a call. “Hey, Bettie, I won't return tonight...

Don't worry. Damon is attractive and in good shape. I won't lose anything. I'll fill you in later. He might not be wealthy, but I have the money Tyrone gave me as a parting gift. If you hadn't suggested coming here, I'd never have met him. Bye now."

Listening in, Tyrone's head spun with anger.

Was Sabrina planning to sleep with Damon tonight?

They had only met a few times. Was she familiar with Damon? How well did she know him? Was she aware of Damon's habits? Didn't it frighten her that Damon might be a scoundrel? How was she able to make such a decision so swiftly?

How could she back Damon with the money he had given her?

Impossible!

Tyrone's anger manifested in his gritted teeth. Meanwhile, Damon, concealed in the bathroom, declared with surprise, "I was right! She really does like me."

Tyrone's face twisted in anger. "Get lost!" he spat and hung up, standing abruptly. But then, suddenly, he was frozen, a chill overtaking him.

At the door of the private room, Sabrina gazed at him through the bead curtain, her eyes calm and piercing.