Chapter: 841
Unable to piece it together, Tyrone attributed it to his grandfather’s waning years.
Tyrone continued, “Past is past. Damon mentioned you’ve been wanting to meet me?”
“Are you playing dumb? Aren’t you aware of the leverage I hold? It’s amusing to find out Sabrina’s actually my half-sister. Seems
like our fates are intertwined with the Blakely family,” Galilea said.
“So? And what do you want?”
As the final embers of his cigarette died out, Tyrone extinguished it into the ashtray.
Rather than responding, Galilea scoffed, “It’s been ages since we last met. I assumed my Leverage was useless. Yet, here you
are. Despite your divorce, you’re still giving up your interests for her?”
Without hesitation, Tyrone affirmed, “Yes, that’s a choice I willingly make.”
Galilea’s facade faltered, the envy apparent in her gaze. Through gritted teeth, she spat, “She’s a bitch!”
When circumstances led her to end her relationship with Tyrone and go abroad, she realized she couldn’t forget about him.
She couldn’t let go of this man or the influence he wielded.
She was filled with remorse.
She had longed for a chance to reunite with Tyrone, but he was already married.
Tyrone raised his eyes and asked coldly, “What was that again?”
His eyes were piercing, sharp enough to slice through the toughest metals.
With defiance, Galilea met his stare, asserting, “I merely mentioned that Sabrina is as lowly as her mother. She’s acquainted with
many beds, having been with countless men. Am I mistaken?”
Tyrone’s eyes darkened, simmering with fury. He retorted, “It’s clear you’re not here for a peaceful conversation. Return to your
psychiatric ward then!”
“Try sending me back to that hospital, and you will see Sabrina’s reputation crumble! Did you think my only card to play was that
piece of knowledge? Why would I take such risks if I wasn’t armed with more?”
Galilea’s face was nearly contorted with self-satisfaction.
She burst into Laughter and said, “Snap out of it, Tyrone. Don’t be so stubborn! Sabrina is a bitch who would settle with anyone.
Her audacity surpasses even the most brazen prostitute.”
Tyrone’s fingers instinctively tightened, his temples throbbing.
He’d never hit a woman, but Galilea was pushing him close to the edge.
However, he managed to control his anger and inquired, “Is there anything else you’re aware of?”