Scars Of A Broken Bond

Bettie regarded him with a trace of suspicion in her eyes

Shifting his gaze toward the thief being pressed on the ground by a passerby, Lance retrieved his mobile phone and promptly dialed the police.

Upon concluding the call, he reassured, “The Law enforcement officers shall arrive shortly. Please remain here.“

Sabrina rushed to Bettie’s side, expressing her concern, “Bettie, are you okay?”

Bettie responded, “I’m perfectly fine. You can proceed without me. I will join you after cooperating with the officers’ inquiries.”

Sabrina shot a frigid glare in Lance’s direction, inquiring, “What is he doing here?”

retorting, “He claims to be a tourist. Who can say

maintained an air of composure as he

Locked for a fleeting moment before Lance averted

gaze, extending a delectable cupcake

kindness, “I shall

need, Sabrina. Time is of the essence. You should

a call once you’re

“Okay.”

toward Tyrone, Sabrina suggested, “Let’s go,

away, Lance caught a fleeting view of Tyrone’s profile. A sense of familiarity washed over him, a recognition that transcended mere Tyrone’s physical resemblance