The woman shot Sabrina a cold glare before storming out.

“Ladies, I apologize for this inconvenience. Here's a free discount card for you both. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day," the manager offered, personally apologizing to Sabrina and Bettie.

"It's all right. Rude people are everywhere. Proper handling is all that's needed," Sabrina assured him.

The watch was eventually purchased by Sabrina.

After the two ladies left, the manager retreated to the VIP room, telling the man on the sofa, "Mr. Blakely, everything is taken care of."

"Good."

Tyrone nodded, his eyes fixed on the watch in Sabrina's hand through the monitor.

He wondered why Sabrina would buy a men's watch.

Was it perhaps a gift for him?

A self-satisfied chuckle escaped his lips at the thought.

The following afternoon, Sabrina and Bettie, weary from shopping, settled into a restaurant for Lunch.

Once the dishes arrived, Sabrina glanced at her phone, a puzzled expression on her face, and inquired, "Has Bradley not shown up yet? Why haven't I heard from him?"

According to Bradley's flight details, he should have touched down in Linbourne that very morning.

Bettie stole a glance at Sabrina, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Perhaps the plane was delayed. Let's just wait.”

"Alright, we'll wait," Sabrina agreed.

At that instant, something suddenly obscured Sabrina's view.

Two hands reached out to cover her eyes.

Sabrina's reflexes kicked in, and she grabbed the hands.

The hands’ owner, disguising his voice, teased, “Guess who I am? If you guess correctly, you'll receive a gift!"