The moment this idea fluttered through his mind, Tyrone's grip tightened involuntarily. The veins on his hand stood out prominently, and his eyes darkened. As anger surged within him, a blend of bitterness and pain emerged, reminiscent of dampness on a drizzly day, gradually enveloping him.

Witnessing the icy chill in Tyrone’s gaze, Sabrina wriggled, trying to free herself, and exclaimed, "Tyrone, what's gotten into you? You're hurting me!"

Tyrone inhaled deeply, composed himself, and gently let go of Sabrina's hand. "You've never liked Bradley, have you? Not even from the very beginning."

Massaging her wrist, Sabrina shot Tyrone a dismissive look, spun around, and walked off, retorting, "Who I like has nothing to do with you."

Tyrone remained rooted in place, staring at her departing figure with a gloomy face.

He was spot on.

Bradley never captured her heart!

Nor did she harbor any romantic feelings for Trevor.

People from broken homes, or those who tragically lost their fathers young, might find it challenging to become enamored with someone younger.

From a psychological standpoint, her inclination was towards an older man who'd provide the kind of nurture her father once did.

For a fleeting moment, Tyrone conjectured that the man might've been Sabrina's college professor. Perhaps he charmed her, feigning concern due to her naivety and need for affection, only to desert her later.

This could explain her admission that her affection was unrequited.

It must be like this.

Picking up his phone, Tyrone dialed Kylan, instructing, “Investigate into Sabrina's college associations, particularly any professors."

“Understood, sir!" Kylan answered firmly.

The mention of Sabrina's professor suggested Tyrone was privy to some information.

Ending the call, Tyrone reached out to the head of StarAlign Pictures, discussing the possibility of signing Bradley on.

While Sabrina didn't like Bradley, the feeling wasn't mutual.

Obviously, Bradley Liked her.