NovelAppWhite was completely bewildered by her direction.
After capturing the final photo, Sabrina scrutinized the four images to ensure there were no issues. “Well, it's over.” “Are you done?” White asked, his eyebrows furrowing in doubt as he opened the car door for Tyrone.
“Yes.” Although White didn’t entirely trust Sabrina, he still put on a smile for Tyrone and suggested, “Mr. Blakely, let's go upstairs and choose the photos.” Tyrone glanced at Sabrina.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUpon returning to the reception room, Sabrina uploaded the photos to the computer from her camera and showed them four of the photos she had carefully taken. She looked at Tyrone and expressed, “I believe these four photos are the best.” White frowned disapprovingly. “It's Mr. Blakely’s decision not to make, not yours.” He couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with Sabrina. Why was she so strange? Yet, he couldn't deny that these four photos were indeed excellent.
Tyrone concurred, “I also think these four are good. Let's go with them.” White looked at Tyrone, shocked. ALL right. He would shut up.
“Then I'll head back to edit and refine the photos.” Sabrina briskly closed the computer and tidied up her backpack, picking up her camera.
“Wait a minute, Sabrina. Let's have lunch together. Folks, please join us,” Tyrone suggested before she could leave.
Keenly and in haste, White agreed, “Mr. Blakely, that’s = x of you. I'd love to join you for lunch.” Noticing that Sabrina hadn't said anything, White urged her in a low voice, “Why don’t you agree quickly? This is a rare opportunity!” Angela’s Library “Okay, Gazing at Tyrone's eager eyes, Sabrina ultimately gave in and agreed.
White recommended a local restaurant.
Tyrone instructed his assistant to book a chamber for them in advance.
Once they were at the restaurant, the waiter placed four menus on the table in front of them.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTyrone didn’t open it. He spoke to them all, but his eyes were fixed on Sabrina. “Order whatever you want to eat.
It's my treat.” White politely expressed his gratitude, “Thank you, Mr. Blakely.” “The classic Nice Salad with cream cheese, Australian Sirloin, black pepper sauce, noodles with Trotter sauce, Tiramisu for dessert, and Moscato white wine,” Sabrina told the waiter with no hesitation.
White stared at her, speechless. What the hell was going on with Sabrina? She was acting so casual. She wasn’t polite to Tyrone at all.
Throughout the dinner, White and the editor-in-chief tried to make conversation.
Meanwhile, Sabrina focused on eating without saying anything. While eating, she contemplated how she could further teach Tyrone a Lesson now that she didn’t have a fake boyfriend.
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