However, just a few steps away, Bradley paused and turned back to address Sabrina and his agent, "Sabrina, don't leave now. Let's have dinner together. Duane, could you please book us a chamber at Conway's?"

Duane glanced at Bradley and winked at him.

"You've got work tomorrow, you know. You should get some rest."

Bradley had caused a sensation by having dinner with Sabrina late at night a few days ago. How could he still propose a dinner together?

He should be more careful of his behavior in the public.

However, Bradley understood Duane's concerns and brushed them off.

"It's just a meal. No worries."

"Alright," Duane replied, his acquiescence tinged with helplessness.

Sabrina stowed her camera in her bag and engaged in a conversation with Duane regarding future collaborations.

A while later, Bradley, the makeup artist, and the rest of the crew gathered, making their way to the parking lot as a group.

“It's pretty crowded there. I'll go with your car," Bradley suggested, eyeing the nearby car and addressing Sabrina.

Before Sabrina could respond, Duane intervened, placing a reassuring hand on Bradley's shoulder.

“Bradley, it's not that crowded if I am not in that car. Go sit with them. Miss Chavez could take me there.

Is this alright with you, Miss Chavez?"

Duane had no intention of granting Bradley and Sabrina any opportunity for solitude.

"I don't mind," Sabrina replied with a smile.

Bradley found himself at a loss for words, casting a glance in Duane's direction.

It marked the first time he'd found Duane's company quite annoying.

Observing Duane's intentions, Sabrina couldn't help but be amused.

Upon their arrival at Conway's, they were ushered into a chamber, taking their seats around a circular table. Bradley's furrowed brow was noticeable as he observed Sabrina seated across from him, separated by Duane and his assistant. Irritation festered.