"Hello, ladies. Where are you from? Are you here for work or leisure?"

The man next to the young man stole several glances at Sabrina before returning to his window.


A middle-aged man, his face aglow with enthusiasm, chimed in, "You two don't look like students."

Bettie's smile was warm. "We're here for a trip. Our hometown is Mathias. How about you?"

The mention of hometowns sparked an energetic exchange among the tourists.

Once the last of the passengers had boarded, the tour guide took a roll call, and they were on their way.

The bus fell into a comfortable silence, filled with the soft sounds of people chatting, listening to music, or capturing glimpses of the passing scenery.

A whisper from the young man's companion caught his attention. “Hey, see those two girls behind us? The one inside seems to be Sabrina."

"Sabrina?" the young man echoed, puzzled.

"Don't you remember? She's Tyrone's wife!"

Recognition dawned, and the young man stared, astonished. "Is that really Sabrina?"

"I think so. That's her friend Bettie, the makeup artist."

When everyone heard about Tyrone and Sabrina, they even chatted about it in their dorm room, secretly wishing they could have the luck of Tyrone being born into a wealthy family and enjoying a life that regular folks could only dream of having.

"But didn't she divorce Tyrone recently?" the young man asked, curiosity piqued.

"Yep." The young man's friend breathed out and murmured, "She's getting a ton of property from Tyrone, so now she's really rich!" Even though she's a young and wealthy divorcee, people in the wealthy circle would not marry her. But as long as she's got the money, she can keep a young guy around. If someone can win her heart, they'd save decades of hard work."

The young man quietly turned his head and glanced back.

Sabrina and Bettie were engaged in conversation. Sabrina's side face was flawless. Though the content of their discussion was a mystery, Sabrina's smile was captivating, her eyes and brows arching gracefully, her lips a vivid red, her teeth perfectly white. She bore no resemblance to a woman who had recently divorced.

"Even without wealth, her beauty alone would make her a desirable partner," the young man's friend murmured, contemplating her as a potential girlfriend.

His friend continued, "Her husband was unfaithful. She's freshly divorced and emotionally vulnerable. Now's the perfect time to win her over, to be the shoulder she leans on. If you could win her heart, your future would be set."

The more the young man pondered, the more restless he became.