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.

phone, Tyrone retreated to the master bedroom,

“Aren’t you Leaving?”

stirred, awoken by the sound. Her voice was still raspy with sleep as she

was awake, Tyrone approached the bedside, his brows furrowing.

the dim light, Sabrina merely gazed at Tyrone,

must have assumed he was on the phone with

thought he had been summoned away by

the idea crossed her mind, Sabrina didn’t feel

either numb to it, or perhaps she

apparent harmony between