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 shutting the door behind

“Aren’t you Leaving?”

voice was still raspy with sleep as

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

the dim light, Sabrina merely gazed at

have assumed he was

by Galilea since he had

her mind, Sabrina didn’t feel an

or

was well aware that the apparent harmony between her and Tyrone