Sabrina said honestly, "You command a significant fan base. A Little privilege for them could boost your popularity."

Tyrone chuckled, at a loss for words.

She sure knew how to exploit every opportunity.

Seeing Tyrone's silence, Sabrina stated with assurance, “Today's activity was a hit, and I have high hopes for future ones. I don't believe you should hold this against me."

"Do you believe you're performing well?"

"I'm doing it all for the firm."

"Are you not scared of backlash?"

"Indeed, I've never been."

"Don't repeat this."

"Appreciate it." Sabrina flashed him a smile.

Tyrone went down to dine, subsequently retiring to the master bedroom for a shower.

Soon, the sound of running water ceased. He emerged in a bathrobe, briefly towel-drying his hair before sliding into bed.

Observing Sabrina engrossed in her phone, he nudged closer, resting his head on her shoulder. "What caught your attention?"

"Nothing. Just a casual phone scroll." Sabrina promptly switched off her phone.

Just before, she had been browsing news using a nickname.

Clips from the press conference had been edited and posted online.

At her guilty expression, Tyrone narrowed his gaze, inquiring,

"Nothing? Then why shut your phone?"

His warm breath tickled her neck, causing her to reflexively shrink back. She pushed him away. "Keep some distance, please.”

Tyrone seized her phone, and Sabrina lunged forward to retrieve it.