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

he’ll return. There’s no need to save him any

“Understood.”

retired upstairs while Karen

up, Karen exited the kitchen only to find Tyrone returning

collar and queried Karen, “Has

“Sir,

hence we didn’t reserve any food. I’ll prepare

Tyrone’s gaze darkened as he headed straight to

had refrained from working late, was engrossed with her

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