- Novel-Eng
- Romance
- CEO & Rich
- Billionaire
- Marriage & Family
- Love
- Sweet Love
- Revenge
- Werewolf
- Family
- Marriage
- Drama
- Alpha
- Action
- Adult
- Adventure
- Comedy
- Drama
- Ecchi
- Fantasy
- Gender Bender
- Harem
- Historical
- Horror
- Josei
- Game
- Martial Arts
- Mature
- Mecha
- Mystery
- Psychological
- Romance
- School Life
- Sci-fi
- Seinen
- Shoujo
- Shounen Ai
- Shounen
- Slice of Life
- Smut
- Sports
- Supernatural
- Tragedy
- Wuxia
- Xianxia
- Xuanhuan
- Yaoi
- Military
- Two-dimensional
- Urban Life
- Yuri
Chapter: 253
She found her way back to her room, settled on the bed, and started fiddling with her
phone.
She searched for Galilea’s post from two days ago, but it was not to be found.
Did she delete it?
That would certainly infuriate her.
The picture she captured with Tyrone wasn’t for Bob but for Galilea.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe was certain that it would bother Galilea.
Moreover, she had a legitimate excuse. Even if Galilea threw a tantrum at Tyrone, he
wouldn’t compel her to delete it.
She could barely contain her excitement to witness Galilea’s reaction.
The day after their arrival, Sabrina went on a shopping spree with her female companions
from the resort, capturing moments in pictures.
At half past twelve noon, three tables were reserved on the second floor of the canteen for
a barbecue gathering with all the employees.
A table for the ladies, and double for the men.
While the ladies sipped from a few juice bottles, their male counterparts knocked back
several beers.
Laughter filled the air, as some indulged in wine, teasing Tyrone just for fun.
Despite the jests, Tyrone responded with a gentle smile. His composed demeanor further
lifted the spirits of the staff.
Lunch gave way to game suggestions, to which everyone eagerly agreed.
“So, what game should we play?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Let’s keep it simple. How about spin the bottle?” An empty bottle was promptly grabbed
and positioned flat on the table. “The bottle decides who plays truth or dare.”
“Okay.”” A chorus of agreements answered back.
With Tyrone in their midst, refusal wasn’t an option, even if some might have preferred
otherwise.
Cason Patel, the director of MF department, proposed, “Mr. Blakely, would you like to
partake in the game with us? I’m sure everyone here would love your participation, right?”
“Yes, Mr. Blakely, come join us!” Everyone agreed.
“ALL right, I’LL entertain you for a bit,” Tyrone consented.
An uproar of approval ensued.
Led by Joshua, the crowd relocated to the villa behind the resort to continue their
amusement.