Thus, with a mere sidelong glance, all the fault was ascribed to Sabrina by her followers.

Sabrina’s posts were inundated with fresh comments. Fortunately, she’d disabled the private messages.

Yet these remarks failed to perturb her. She skimmed over them nonchalantly and set her phone aside.

Whether showered with admiration or barraged with criticism, she remained indifferent as long as they continued to boost the popularity of MQ Clothing.

The sound of a knock resonated. “Mrs. Blakely, your dinner is served.”

“Okay, I see.”

Emerging from her bath, Sabrina slipped into her loungewear and descended the stairs for her dinner.

Shall we set aside a portion

doubt he’ll return. There’s no need to

“Understood.”

retired upstairs while

up, Karen exited the kitchen only to find Tyrone returning

unbuttoned his collar and queried Karen, “Has

stammered, “Sir, your

opinion that you wouldn’t return tonight, hence we didn’t reserve any food. I’ll prepare

he

refrained from working late, was engrossed with her

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