Even with the inability to comment or share, someone had been savvy enough to snapshot the previous posts and circulate them online. Many internet users had been sharing and commenting. Opportunistic adult-content vendors were even using this incident to market their illicit goods.

"50-min S-and-T Sex in Hotel Room, DM me.”

"Video of SC having sex with a customer. DM me if you want to see it."

Meanwhile, others began to slander Sabrina, accusing her of leveraging her sexuality for her professional advancement, that she was regularly intimate with her customers. There were even cosmetic surgery clinics asserting that she had undergone intimate surgeries at their hospital.

On a separate note, Bradley was in the middle of filming.

Many scenes in the production required intense action, and he was frequently harnessed in wires.

After shooting a few action scenes, Bradley was finally grounded. The crew approached and released him from the wire rig, his assistant promptly offering him water.

After a brief rest in the lounge, Bradley got up and headed to the restroom.

Despite being a public facility, it was clean and well-kept.

Arriving at the entrance, he overheard the crude chatter of a few staff members. He frowned.

"Didn't she swing by just a few days ago? She looked slutty.”

“Really, how do you know? Have you slept with her before?"

As soon as one of them finished, Lewd laughter erupted from within.

"Just looking at her behind and waist the other day. She must be a good in bed."

"I could make love to her all night long."

"She's got so many clients. What makes you think she'd bed you?"

The conversation clued Bradley into their subject matter.

An uncontrollable urge stirred within him, and he barged in. Seizing one man by his collar, he landed a punch square on his face, resulting in a bleeding nose.

The sudden incident caused a wave of confusion among the restroom occupants.

The man Bradley punched was startled but didn't dare retaliate, he was hit by a celebrity, after all. Holding his nose, he queried, "Why did you hit me?"