“That guy by the door claims he's Bettie's boyfriend. I have a bad feeling about him. Be careful."

Sabrina glanced up and her eyes met Lance's gaze by chance.

She quickly averted her gaze and responded, "I get it."


With that, Bradley exited.

On his way out, Bradley's gaze met Lance‘s, a smug expression crossing his face as if he'd thwarted a potential threat.

Lance, maintaining a stoic face, simply clicked his tongue.

Then he came in and sat down on the sofa.

Gently guiding Bettie, Sabrina handed her a glass of water, instructing, "Take a sip of water first."

Bettie obediently drank, appearing as compliant as a child.

Then Sabrina asked, “Bettie, do you want to eat more?"

Before Bettie could reply, a classmate sitting next to Sabrina interjected, "Was that Bradley? You know him?"

At the mention of Bradley, the murmurs grew louder, and everyone's eyes turned to Sabrina.

Feeling the weight of the many eyes on her, Sabrina hesitated, then confirmed with a nod. "Yes, Bradley's a friend of ours."

A mix of awe and envy, the person asked, "Could you maybe get Bradley's autograph for me?"

“Me too! Please I‘d love one.”

“I'd be so grateful if you could get one for me as well."

“I'd love one too, Bettie."

Before Sabrina could respond, Bettie reassured everyone. "Sure thing! Leave it to me!"

“Bettie, you're the best!" hanks so much, Bettie

“You and Bradley must be really close, huh? He brought you here himself."