Scars Of A Broken Bond

A few seconds later, his call was answered..

A man asked, “Mr. Blakely, what seems to be the problem?”

“I need you to unmask these bloggers within a day.”

Tyrone’s patience with the media had clearly been exhausted, their repeated provocations wearing thin on his tolerance.

“Rest easy. By tomorrow, you’ll have your answer.”

Once the call ended, Tyrone returned to the website.

Kylan had already instructed technicians to scrub the posts.

retreated to the master bedroom, carefully

“Aren’t you Leaving?”

voice was still raspy with sleep as she squinted at

the bedside, his brows

the dim light, Sabrina merely gazed at

have assumed he

probably thought he had been summoned away by Galilea since he had

mind, Sabrina

it, or perhaps she just didn’t

that the apparent harmony between her and Tyrone was