Scars Of A Broken Bond

As Rowell listened to Sabrina’s composed and articulate speech, an eagerness surged within him, and he couldn’t wait for the Luncheon to come.

The scriptwriter and others discussed modifying Molly’s lines.

It was past twelve o’clock.

After concluding the discussion, Peter glanced at his watch and closed the script in his hand. “Well, let’s call it a day. I’ll update you once the next session is confirmed.”

“Okay.” “Thank you, Peter.” Everyone agreed.

Rowell exchanged a knowing glance with Galilea and suggested, “Let’s all have dinner together before heading back. I‘1l have the waiter bring in the dishes.”

agent of one of

another individual were competing

discussion. Peter didn’t indicate his stance, so both felt they

and assistants stood up and followed suit. “Allow me,”

seated, all of you. I’ll go,” Rowell said. “I have already ordered the dishes. Please, take

few minutes Later. The waiter served all the dishes. Peter made a brief speech, and someone proposed a toast. Everyone raised their glasses

their glasses in toast and drank, engaging in flattery. Only a few

initiative to propose a toast to Peter and other key individuals.

winked at Sabrina with a hint of malice in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I have a stomachache, so I don’t want

do the honor for her. She picked up her glass and clinked it with the two.