NovelEnglishSabrina was shocked into silence when she saw the man’s face. It was Tyrone. Before she could remember where she was, she blurted out, “Why are you here?” Just like Tyrone, the editor-in-chief and the others cto a stop in front of Sabrina. When the editor-in-chief heard Sabrina’s question, she wanted to ask if Sabrina knew Tyrone. After all, they were both from the scountry and were in Philade, so it was reasonable that they knew each other.
However, the man on the left glanced at Sabrina with a displeased frown and said, “You are the photographer in charge of today’s shooting, aren’t you? How can you talk to Mr. Blakely in such a manner?” Tyrone smiled faintly and winked at Sabrina. “It doesn’t matter.” The editor-in-chief chimed in, “Sabrina didn’t mean it. Con, Sabrina. Letintroduce him to you. This is Mr.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBlakely, the head of Brown Tech. This is White, the editor of the financial magazine Mr. Blakely, this is your photographer for today. Her nis Sabrina.” ALL at once, Sabrina figured out what was going on here. She stared at Tyrone with a vicious expression. “Mr.
Blakely, nice to meet you!” So Tyrone was the mysterious man she was photographing today. No wonder there was no nor photo of him given to her before the shooting.
“Hello. I'm happy to work with you.” Tyrone’s expression didn’t so much as twitch.
“Mr. Blakely is broad-minded and won't make a fuss of your attitude.
Be careful next time.” White glared at Sabrina.
The corners of Sabrina’s lips twitched but she nodded obediently and said, “Mr. Blakely, I'm sorry. | mistook you for someone else.” “Oh? Who?” [| ANGELA'sLIBRARY “My scumbag ex-husband.” Tyrone gaped at her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeeing that White was about to lose his temper, Sabrina quickly added, “Mr. Blakely is more handsthan my ex-husband. He is not even worthy of carrying your shoes!” Tyrone was speechless momentarily. “You don’t have to say that.” Sabrina stared at Tyrone with a fake smile and said, “Forget about him. It’s my honor to photograph you.” Sabrina was already here, so she couldn't just walk away. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue with the shooting.
“I heard that you are from the scountry as me? It will be easier to communicate with each other. What do you say if you will be in charge of all my shootings from now on?” Tyrone proposed.
Sabrina smiled toothily, the anger in her eyes barely veiled.
Seeing the angry expression on Sabrina’s face made Tyrone happy. He wanted to pinch her cheeks and see if she would lose her temper right away.
White jumped in irritably. “Why haven't you thanked Mr. Blakely for his generosity?” “Thank you, Mr. Blakely.” Sabrina managed a smile.
“It's getting late. Let's start shooting,” the editor-in-chief said.
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