“Are you hiding here?"

His question sounded more like a confirmation.

Sabrina responded by pursing her lips and sipping her Sprite.

"Don't let the online noise get to you. I detest such unprincipled journalists who can weave any tale for their gain."

Bradley had caught the day's headlines too. He figured Sabrina was upset and sought to soothe her.

"When I started in the industry, I too was fixated on online chatter.

Over time, I realized they're just a fraction of the billions, strangers I'll likely never meet. They can't know me, only the narratives spun by journalists. Why then should their views matter? My life is far more vibrant than theirs. Eventually, all this will fade into oblivion."

"You're right," Sabrina responded with a smile.

But her real concern was not public opinion, but Tyrone's actions.

Outsiders couldn't harm Sabrina; only Tyrone had that power.

Sabrina was accustomed to interacting with the press for her work, promoting MQ Clothing's merchandise and managing various projects. So, she had a clear grasp that most online users merely jumped on the bandwagon.

They witnessed only what someone desired them to.

The current news, for example, had a media bias, guided by Evelyn's hidden agenda. Someone wanted Sabrina to be the target of the internet's wrath.

Yet, what they didn't wish to be known, such as her defense, was shrouded in obscurity. Tyrone prevented any attempts at clearing her name. If she dared to share the truth on the internet, her post would be erased.

Bradley and Sabrina spent some time together at a bar.

"Are you free this afternoon?" Sabrina inquired.

"No. My agent would be blowing up my phone if I had any engagements. I can stick around with you for a while. How about dinner at my place tonight? I've finally got some downtime."

"Sure," Sabrina agreed. "I'll need to pick up some gifts for your parents, though. It wouldn't be right to show up empty-handed."

"Oh, they won't mind. Seeing you will make them happy."

"No, it wouldn't be polite."