"Okay," Sabrina replied casually.

She wasn't about to commend him for choosing to return tonight after his regular overnight escapades with Galilea.

She didn't perceive any change.

Only if he rejected Galilea would the situation truly differ.

“Sabrina Chavez." Tyrone voiced her name.

She set her phone down, looked his way, and inquired, “Is there something else?"

“Today's press conference was executed well," Tyrone stated, gritting his teeth.

Sure enough, he was coming to blame her.

Straightening in her chair, Sabrina met his gaze and earnestly responded, "Apologies. I'm merely doing what's best for MQ Clothing.

Given we're on a topic, shouldn't we utilize it to boost our product?"

“Anything else?"

"I should've refrained from organizing those activities for you. You're not like those other celebrities."

“Anything more?"

More?

What more?

Sabrina was at a loss.

She blinked, staring silently at Tyrone.

“Why was there an interactive game between me and Galilea?"

“Didn't you enjoy it?"

A shadow crossed Tyrone's face. Did he enjoy it?