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

her joyful trot bridging the distance as she

matters to attend to in this place and

replied, his gaze subtly shifting

he continued, “Your wound on your head hasn’t fully recovered yet. Your ankle healed just yesterday, and the doctor recommended more rest. Yet, here you are, taking photos. You ought to take care

motives were solely driven by her presence but she chose not

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

to Blayze, she remarked, “Let’s proceed.

demeanor toward Tyrone, a subtle smile graced Blayze’s countenance as he

interjected, “Where are you headed? It’s my first visit to Orden, and I