"Indeed."

Rolf queried with a grin, "What's been keeping you busy, Sabrina?"

"I'm dealing with MQ Clothing's spokesperson matter."

A shock swept over Rolf as he realized he'd accidentally broached a sensitive subject.

However, others seemed oblivious. Someone playfully gestured towards

Galilea. "Isn't our MQ Clothing's spokesperson right here?"

Amid the gentle laughter, Sabrina strode to the table, filled an empty glass with tea, and lifted it. "What a pleasure to encounter everyone here. Let me toast to your good company with this tea. I'll host a meal another day. Brother."

Her focus sharpened on Tyrone as she pronounced the word "brother."

Ever since their wedding, Sabrina always called him Tyrone.

She emptied the contents of her glass in one gulp.

"Him."

"I must attend to other matters, so I won't intrude further." Sabrina put down the glass.

“Sabrina, that's rather rude," Eddie suddenly called out. “Your future sister-in-law is present. Aren't you going to toast to her?"

Caught off guard, Rolf struggled to find words. Others joined in

"Sabrina, you can't ignore your future sister-in-law."

"Aren't you working together? Share a drink."

Sabrina's gaze fell, her lips tightened.

How could she toast Galilea?

"There's no need for that," Rolf interjected.

"What's the issue?" Eddie chimed in with a light smirk. "Sabrina, are you not fond of Galilea? But she's your brother's choice."

His insinuation was clear.

As the adoptive daughter of the Blakely family, how could she afford to slight the future Mrs. Blakely?

Conversely, if Sabrina herself didn't acknowledge Galilea, how could they?

Cesar always had a soft spot for Sabrina. Did Sabrina's aloofness reflect his stance?

ALL eyes were on Sabrina.