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Chapter: 785
The others reluctantly left the room with disappointment etched on their faces, leaving
only three people behind.
Shirley stood in front of the table, enduring the scrutinizing gazes from Tyrone and Damon.
She tried to remain calm and hide her nervousness by squeezing her fists tightly under
her sleeves.
“Please have a seat,” Tyrone said, gesturing to the sofa.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShirley obediently sat down on the sofa. She straightened her back and clasped her
hands, resting them on her Lap.
As he looked at her, Tyrone couldn’t help but recall the first time he had seen Sabrina. Like
Shirley, Sabrina tried to appear calm, but her behavior gave away her nervousness.
Tyrone chose Shirley because of her Likeness to Sabrina.
“Do you know why I chose you?”
With a sharp flick of his lighter, Tyrone lit a cigarette, took a smooth drag, and casually
tossed the lighter onto the table.
As smoke escaped his lips, it coiled and twisted like a serpent, leaving a trail of hazy mist
in its wake.
Shirley shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
“I want you to seduce a man.”
Shirley suddenly raised her head and looked at Tyrone in astonishment.
After Tyrone briefed her on the details, Shirley left the room. Damon poured a glass of
wine for Tyrone and said, “Zeke has returned from abroad and continued to work in the
decoration industry. However, my investigation revealed that his materials aren’t up to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmstandard. You can use this to your advantage and take him down.”
“Okay.”
Damon asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to visit Galilea?”
About two weeks ago, Damon found Galilea.
However, at the time, Tyrone was not in the country. When he received the news, he called
Damon and said, “I heard that your uncle was the director of the Third Hospital.”
Mathias’ Third Hospital happened to be a psychiatric hospital.
Damon immediately understood what Tyrone meant. He admitted Galilea to the hospital.
Galilea had always wanted to see Tyrone, but he had been back for about ten days and
still hadn’t gone to visit her.
“How’s she doing?” Tyrone asked, drawing on his cigarette and slowly puffing out the
smoke while tapping the ash with his finger.
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