Scars Of A Broken Bond

“What a coincidence that you’re here, Mr. Fowler. Are you going out?”

Blayze’s lips twisted into a sneer. “What a coincidence, Mr. Blakely. Are you here on a business trip?”

Tyrone’s eyes darkened as he spoke. “I’m here to find someone.” His voice was low and menacing.

Blayze’s expression remained unchanged. “Then I wish you a successful search,” he replied, his tone equally cold.

Just as the tension between them reached its breaking point, the elevator doors opened, and Sabrina stepped out, holding Jennie’s hand.

She froze in shock when she saw the two men standing opposite each other, their eyes fixed in a tense confrontation that threatened to turn violent at any moment.

shattered the

quick to respond, her joyful trot bridging the distance as she

attend to in this place

gaze subtly shifting

continued, “Your wound on your head hasn’t fully recovered yet. Your ankle

suspected that Tyrone’s motives were solely driven by her presence but she chose

Please carry on with

Blayze, she remarked, “Let’s proceed. Our guide

Sabrina exhibited her cold demeanor toward Tyrone, a subtle smile graced

could complete her query to Jennie about her companions today, Tyrone interjected, “Where are you headed? It’s my first visit to Orden, and I find myself unoccupied