Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Yes.”

Wayne bantered, “As soon as Miss Ramirez returned from the bathroom, she announced that she was heading back to her room. She seemed to have lost her appetite and mentioned she just ran into a scum. Mr. Carter, you still have a Long way to go.”

Lance chuckled. “Well, it’s better to be disliked than treated like a stranger.”

When Jennie returned to her room, she was about to call Tyrone. To her surprise, she received a call from him.

Jennie instantly rushed to the bathroom to answer the phone and whispered, “Tyrone.”

“Jennie, where are you?” Tyrone asked.

the car key yesterday, he promised to arrange for someone to deliver her car to her apartment from the restaurant the following day. However, he had no intention of organizing anyone. He only used that as an excuse under the guise that he was returning her key so he could see her. But Tyrone’s plan backfired. When he drove Sabrina’s car back to her apartment, he discovered no one there. So

is taking some photos here. Tyrone, come quickly. That photographer wants to steal her

worry. I’ll

location and asked Kylan to pre-book a hotel for him and

furrowed his brows with a sudden realization. “Are you sure the photographer who went with

Tyrone raised his eyebrows, sensing something

him and then lowered his head,

“It’s Blayze Fowler.”

The son of the Fowler

in his throat, his hands shaking. “There’s more than that,” he mumbled. “He was the president of the International Association when Miss Chavez was studying