“Tyrone, did you ask Damon to set a trap for the Faulkner family? How can you stoop so low? Weren‘t you done meddling in my life? You can't keep your word! You're such a liar!"

For a while, Tyrone remained quiet, then murmured in a fragile tone, “Is that your perception of me?"

The moment her call popped up, he picked up eagerly. However, the barrage of questions that followed dampened his spirits instantly.

“Aren't you a liar?" Sabrina's voice turned chilly as she asked each word deliberately.

With a mix of sarcasm and disillusionment, Tyrone retorted, "Trevor's father bought subpar materials, fully aware of their quality. When someone blew the whistle on him, how is that my fault?"