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.

Blakely expected home tonight? Shall we

return. There’s no need to

“Understood.”

dinner, Sabrina retired upstairs while Karen attended

exited the kitchen only

and queried Karen,

Karen stammered, “Sir,

return tonight, hence we didn’t reserve any food.

Tyrone’s gaze darkened as he headed straight to the master

was engrossed with her cell phone before turning

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