“Why ?"*

“I have a soft spot for you. Didn't I make that clear in Norwen?"

Damon was stunned.


Upon seeing the message, a chill ran down Damon's spine. His hands shook so violently that his phone nearly fell.

A vein pulsated on his temple as he replied quickly, “Please stop! You're putting me in a tight spot!"

If Tyrone happened to see that and became envious, he might end up sparring with him in boxing once more.

Back at Norwen, all Sabrina did was briefly praise Damon's character.

But Tyrone overheard and challenged him to several boxing rounds when they got home. Though it was masked as boxing training, it was more of Tyrone taking out his aggression on him.

Damon found himself cornered and unable to decline Tyrone's challenges.

They had sparred twice, and both times, Tyrone had given him a thrashing. The remnants of those sessions were still evident in the bruises on his body.

He couldn't bear another bout of Tyrone's so-called boxing.

Sabrina texted, "That's exactly what I want to do. If not, you'd always see me as a pushover!"

Damon was confident that Sabrina had figured out the situation, yet he chose to act clueless. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Unfazed, Sabrina sent over the incriminating recording. "Stop playing dumb. Had you wished to keep it secret, you shouldn't have done it."

After hearing the recording, Damon chose not to answer.

Growing impatient, Sabrina taunted, "I know you're there, just answer.

Instruct the suppliers to consider an out-of-court settlement. If you're determined to go through with this, I'll cover the expenses for the Faulkner family."

Damon replied, “Why are you doing this?"

Sabrina retorted, "Why did Tyrone interfere? Why keep bugging me?"

Damon found himself speechless.