Female Novel
Chapter 1100
Sabrina, however, lifted her gaze to meet his, her lips tightly pursed, an unwavering silence her chosenresponse.
The standoff between them intensified, casting an ominous shadow over the atmosphere.
“What’s going on here?™
A sudden interruption shattered the impasse. A voice, originating from a nearby vicinity, piercedthrough the tension.
ALL heads swiveled in unison toward the source of the sound.
Kody arched an eyebrow and inquired, “Who might you be?”
Sabrina, momentarily caught off guard, experienced a spark of recognition. Her eyes lit up and sheexclaimed, “Tyrone!”
In an instant, her prior antipathy toward Tyrone dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and gratitudethat he had arrived in the nick of time.
Kody regarded the newcomer with a prolonged, assessing gaze, eventually breaking into a placatingsmile as he spoke.
“Could you be Tyrone Blakely, the esteemed president of the Blakely Group? It is an absolute honor tocross paths with you in this establishment.”
Yet the man remained silent, neither confirming nor denying the accusation. His gaze, ice-cold andunyielding, bore into Kody as he delivered his command, “Get out of here. Hurry u|
A fleeting transformation swept across the countenance of Kody, his initial urge to retort ultimatelyyielding to restraint. With an air of compliance, he yielded, remarking, “Very well, I shall take my leave.Mr. Blakely, the course of action is yours to determine.”
As they exited the establishment, the other two men couldn’t help but express their curiosity to Kody,“Was that truly Tyrone?”novelbin
Kody contemplated for a moment before affirming, “I believe it was him.” “Indeed, he bore aresemblance but not an exact one. He seemed somewhat different from the man in the news,” one ofthem remarked.
Kody elucidated, “The images in the media have likely undergone some manipulation. The woman ishis former wife, Sabrina. As for that man, there’s no doubt.”
“His identity is inconsequential. Anyway, we got the money.”
The trio left, leaving Sabrina exhaling a sigh of relief. She squinted her eyes and smiled, directing hergratitude toward the man, “Tyrone, I must thank you for your timely arrival. You’re forgiven for a fewminutes.” The man approached, taking a seat opposite Sabrina, his demeanor earnest as he posed aquestion, “Do you know who I am?”
In the brief pause that ensued, Sabrina blinked, a hint of incredulity tinging her voice, “Tyrone, have youlost your senses?”
Blayze remained silent, his heart heavy with the realization that
Sabrina’s recognition of him as Tyrone had been a product of her inebriation.
Lowering his head, his eyes cloaked in shadows, Blayze grappled with the weight of the truth.
During Sabrina’s time abroad, an undeniable affection blossomed within Blayze, for he wouldn’t havegone to such great lengths to look after her otherwise.
Sabrina was keenly aware of his passion for photography, and Blayze had noticed her latent talent inthat realm. He even extended an invitation, asking her if she’d be interested in delving into the art ofphotography but she politely declined.
However, as time went by, Sabrina had inexplicably distanced herself from him and eventually movedaway from the apartment he had introduced her to. In the aftermath, Sabrina had returned to herhomeland, erasing all traces of their connection. Their communication then had come to an abrupt halt.The depth of his affection had been insufficient to entice him to follow her and gradually, the memory ofher began to fade.