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.

to the master bedroom, carefully shutting the door behind

“Aren’t you Leaving?”

voice was still raspy with sleep as she squinted

Tyrone approached the bedside, his brows furrowing. “Leave? To

dim light, Sabrina merely gazed at

realized that she must have assumed he was on

thought he had been summoned away by

her mind, Sabrina didn’t

to it, or perhaps she just didn’t care

aware that the apparent harmony between her and Tyrone was merely to appease