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.

Mr. Blakely expected home tonight? Shall we set aside a

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

“Understood.”

while Karen attended to the

the kitchen only to find

queried Karen, “Has

off-guard, Karen stammered, “Sir,

of the opinion that you wouldn’t return tonight, hence we

as he

late, was engrossed with her cell phone before turning

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