About ten minutes later, Tyrone appeared in the basement parking.

He hopped into the back seat, instructing the driver, "Let's go."

The driver complied, pulling out of the basement parking.

"Is it true Della is unwell?" Tyrone queried.

"She fell ill a couple days back and she's still in the hospital. I visited her yesterday," Sabrina replied honestly.

Tyrone turned to her and asked, "You really planning to show up at the press conference tomorrow?"

Having seen the news, he knew Sabrina was behind its release.

Undeniably, this move had paid off, generating a buzz.

Sabrina locked eyes with him. "Why shouldn't I?"

“Well, of course you should. As long as it doesn't scare you."

"I'm not afraid of anything," Sabrina retorted, exhaling.

She didn't appreciate the scrutiny of being on camera, but that didn't equate to fear.

Her father, a journalist, had stood confidently before countless viewers, and she could do the same.

“Don't worry. I'll be with you," Tyrone reassured her, holding her hand, reminiscent of a father bird concerned about his fledgling's first flight.

The live streaming of the press conference was scheduled for 3 p.m. on September 5th.

They had two rehearsals planned for the morning.

Bright and early, Sabrina made it to the venue, she conferred with the staff, ensuring all preparations were accurate and foolproof.

Additionally, she considered contingency plans for any mishaps.

"Ms. Chavez, Ms. Clifford is over there." An assistant approached Sabrina.

Looking over at Galilea, positioned near the door, Sabrina instructed, "She needs to rehearse."