Chapter: 8
Sabrina replied with a simple, “Alright.”
Seeing her short response, Tyrone felt an unfamiliar sting of irritation. He reclined in his
chair and massaged his furrowed brows.
“Sir, Ms. Clifford has arrived,” announced Kyson Miller, Tyrone’s assistant, knocking on the
door.
Upon leaving the office, Sabrina overheard some chatter among the employees.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Is the woman who visited Mr. Blakely his girlfriend? She’s so hot!”
“It’s a shame that she has a mask on.”
“Do you reckon she looks like Galilea Clifford?”
“The movie star? No way! Hasn’t she been filming abroad?”
“She and Mr. Blakely make quite the pair!”
“Ms. Chave:
Someone spotted her and greeted her.
The crowd stopped gossiping and greeted her. “Ms. Chave: With downcast eyes and in a
dispassionate tone, Sabrina responded, “It’s off duty. You can continue.”
With that, she quickened her pace, each step steady yet fraught with urgency. Her eyes
bore the red tinge of withheld tears, her heart throbbing with pain.
She needed to escape, for fear of confronting a heartbreaking spectacle.
Had Galilea come to the company to meet him?
They weren’t divorced yet. Was he even aware that she was still in the company?
The murmurs behind her resumed, though now focused on a different topic.
“Ms. Chavez is stunning. But she’s so intimidating, just like Mr. Blakely. They really do
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmresemble siblings.”
A newbie sounded astounded. “Ms. Chavez is Mr. Blakely’s sister?”
“Humph! Adopted, more like. Her good-for-nothing father pressured Mr. Blakely’s father
into adopting her. How else could she have joined Blakely Group?”
“Who told you that?”
“A public relations department insider.”
“To be fair, Ms. Chavez is quite pleasant.”
In the underground parking lot, Sabrina buckled her seat belt. Glancing up, she saw a
couple.