Tyrone's striking face came into focus, his sharp features making a powerful impression.

Recovering from her momentary shock, she shoved him back, demanding, “What are you doing, Tyrone?”

His face, dark and unreadable, offered no immediate reply. Instead, his hand reached down to the door handle.

With a click, he locked them in.


Tyrone's looming presence cast a shadow over her, emanating a sense of dominance.

The distinct aroma of alcohol wafted from him, causing Sabrina to scrunch her nose and hold her breath.

The audible click of the door's lock sent shivers down her spine.

Pushing aside her unease, she challenged him, “Tyrone, have you Lost your mind? Why drag me in here? What are you doing?"

Tyrone pursed his lips tightly and stared at her without blinking.

That intense stare made Sabrina uneasy. She attempted to move him aside, but her efforts were in vain.

His lips arched in a sardonic smirk. “So, you've no idea? Then why did you run away when you saw me?"

Meeting his gaze, she inquired with composure, “When did I run away?"

"Oh? So you didn't run?" Tyrone's voice lowered, taking on a seductive tone, and a playful glint danced in his eyes

Sabrina responded with conviction, "I did not.”

His smile remained, but his eyes darkened. “In that case, since Trevor's caught the eye of Merlin Technology and they see promise in him, why not introduce him to me?"

After two seconds of silence, Sabrina countered, "Trevor had an offer from Merlin Technology but opted for Blakely Group instead. Clearly, he sees more value in being with the Latter. Meeting him now won't change that."

“If you won't make the introduction, I'll approach him myself."

With that, he reached for the door, ready to go out.

A sense of urgency washed over Sabrina, compelling her to grasp his arm and called, “Tyrone!”

He paused, directing a piercing gaze at her. “What now?"