Along with the guide, the driver, an elderly man, and three young men volunteered to search, with Bettie tagging along.

Their search lasted more than half an hour, yielding no sign of Sabrina. It seemed impossible for her to have wandered so far.

“How about calling the police?" Bettie, on the verge of tears, proposed.

The guide, feeling responsible for the tourists' safety, agreed. "Then call the police."

Just then, Bettie's phone rang. It was Tyrone.

Bettie picked up, exclaiming anxiously, "Tyrone, Sabrina is missing!"

"T have her." Tyrone's voice came, restraining some emotion.

Bettie's breath caught in relief. But then she frowned, asking, "What?"

“Listen first. Sabrina was drugged. Call the police now, and keep all the food she's eaten. Don't worry. She's safe with me.”

Though Bettie disliked Tyrone, she believed him when he said Sabrina was safe.

She ended the call and asked the guide to contact the police.

Tyrone's revelation that someone had drugged Sabrina had everyone on edge, and Bettie's eyes narrowed as she scrutinized everyone's expressions.

Raul's face twitched at the mention of “call the police," and he discreetly approached the bonfire.

Bettie, noticing his movement, returned to her spot beside the fire.

Sabrina's dishes and drink remained untouched, evidence of the evening's unsettling turn.

Raul, having glimpsed the scene, was filled with desperation but dared not approach.

He reassured himself that perhaps the police wouldn't discover the truth.

The Great Ocean Road was teeming with tourists, and every small town along the way boasted a tourist center.

Moorwald Bay's tourist center was a short distance away, and the police were swift to arrive on the scene.

Meanwhile, inside the helicopter, Sabrina clung to Tyrone, her eyes filled with distress.