Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The poster responded, "I must refrain from disclosing too much."

Then there was a screenshot from another fan group. A Galilea admirer had somehow identified Sabrina. "No wonder Galilea
was powerless against this. This woman is adopted by the Blakely family. She's only twenty-five years of age. Consider this, how could one become the director of MQ Clothing at such a tender age if not for influential support?"

Another fan responded, "That explains it."

The fans started a discussion. "I get it. Individuals like her are inherently haughty."

"Yes, she probably even found the makeup appealing."

"Do we have her account details?"

"I've located it."

That was the end of it.

Following this, Galilea's fans bombarded Sabrina with hate.

Not only were they flooding her comment section, but Sabrina was also receiving a lot of direct messages.

Many fans stooped low enough to hurl abuses at her and even her family.

After perusing a handful of these messages, Sabrina deleted all the private messages.

It appeared this was the strategy concocted by Evelyn and Galilea's team.

They placed the blame on her

Having taken screenshots for evidence, Sabrina logged off. She reached out to the studio manager to identify the individual responsible for leaking the photos and requested the security footage from that day.

Sabrina then dialed Evelyn's number.

Evelyn seemed to be expecting Sabrina's call and answered promptly "Hello? Sabrina! How has your recovery at home been progressing?"

"Evelyn, spare the act. Are you the perpetrator?"

"Hold your anger. I was left with no other option. Mr. Blakely tasked me with squashing the rumors without harming the brand." Evelyn's smug voice echoed from the phone

On hearing the mention of Mr. Blakely, Sabrina's heart fluttered. She composed herself and inquired, “Did he explicitly instruct you to take this route, or was this your personal decision?"

"This was my call. However, he wouldn't penalize me for

With her Lips parting, Sabrina struggled to voice her thoughts.

She inhaled deeply, sorrow welling up inside her.

The fear was too much.
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