Chapter: 900
The deeper she delved into the matter, the more her suspicions grew.
She then dialed Sergio’s number.
Ring after ring went unanswered until it finally disconnected on its own.
Determined, she redialed and this time, he picked up.
Sergio sounded like he’d just stirred from sleep. His voice was raspy, tinged with irritation. “What is it?”
“Sergio, did you double-cross me and spill everything to Tyrone?”
There was a brief pause before Sergio, in a gentler tone, replied, “Sabrina, I felt trapped. You know how Tyrone can be...”
“Did you overindulge in drinks last night?”
“They were filled with excitement and wanted to offer a toast. I couldn’t avoid having a drink.” Sergio pulled his collar and
accidentally touched the wound on the back of his neck, which was scratched by a woman.
“How much did Trevor drink last night? He claims he barely drank. I find that hard to believe.”
“Trevor? Honestly, he didn’t drink much. Some people tried to get him to drink more, but I intervened.”
After a brief moment, Sabrina questioned, “Is that so?”
If Trevor barely drank, how did he end up in the wrong room?
Sergio answered, “If you don’t believe me, you can always check with others.”
“When did you head back?”
“I don’t remember. I had one too many drinks and I’m not sure how I made it back.”
“Try to limit your drinking. It’s not the best for your wellbeing.”
“It’s a bit of an obligation. At these business events, men typically drink to build connections. It’s about the social aspect. Don’t
stress over it,” Sergio responded.
“I get it. Thanks for looking out for Trevor, Sergio. If you’re vouching for him, how can I stay mad? Anyway, I’ll let you go now.
Take care.”
“Bye.”
As the call ended, Sabrina stared at her phone’s display, deep in thought.
Trevor said he was drunk and knew nothing.