Cade answered, “Last night at the charity dinner, Sabrina was pushed into the pool by a woman. She was rushed to the hospital, and she wanted me to help with the police investigation. The suspect has been apprehended, and Sabrina needs to answer a few questions at the station."

Tyrone nodded, gesturing to the documents on the table. "Proceed."

“Where were we? Ah..."

Twenty minutes later, Cade had sorted through the documents and packed them neatly into the folder.

"Mr. Blakely, I'm leaving now."

"Sure."

As Cade was heading out, Tyrone called out to him. "No need to go see Sabrina. I'LL inform her."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Blakely."

Cade exited the office.

A few moments later, there was a knock at the door.

Engrossed in her work, Sabrina acknowledged without looking up. "Come in."

Footsteps filled the room.

"What do you need?"

A prolonged silence met her question. Looking up, Sabrina was surprised to find Tyrone standing before her desk, eyeing her.

Startled, Sabrina stood up. "Mr. Blakely, what brings you here?"

"I'm here with a message from Cade. The police wish to ask you some questions," Tyrone informed her.

"Alright. I'LL go as soon as I wrap up my work. Anything else?"

“Why didn't you inform me?"

Sabrina met his eyes steadily. "It's nothing major. I didn't think you needed to know."

"Sabrina!"

"What is it?"

"I care about you. Why do you seem so distant?" Tyrone frowned.

"You and Galilea left without a word last night. You had all night to call and inform me or check if I got home safe. But you didn't. What's the point of your concern now? I'm fine."

She felt like nothing more than a plaything to him, someone he'd remember only when bored.

Abigail's words echoed in Sabrina's head, asking if wealthy men like Tyrone were generous.