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.

exclamation shattered the

bridging the distance as she inquired, “What

matters to attend to in this place and

his gaze subtly

tone that bore both concern and reproach as he continued, “Your wound on your head hasn’t fully recovered yet. Your ankle healed just yesterday, and the doctor recommended more rest. Yet,

solely driven by her presence but she chose not

responded composedly, “I’m perfectly fine. Please carry on with your business. We’re here to capture some

remarked, “Let’s proceed. Our guide should be here by

exhibited her cold demeanor toward Tyrone, a subtle smile

are you headed? It’s my first visit to Orden, and