Scars Of A Broken Bond

Raising his glass, Blayze proposed a toast, “Allow me to offer a toast to you, Mr. Blakely.”

Tyrone raised his glass and replied, “Thank you, Mr. Fowler.”

With the atmosphere between them seemingly harmonious, the organizer continued the discussion about the daytime forum topics with a pleasant smile.

The organizer continued, “In recent years, we’ve all witnessed the economic challenges. Industrial growth is evidently dwindling, profits are diminishing, and losses are on the rise, particularly in areas with a bleak long-term supply outlook. Production levels are increasing, impinging on our competitive edge. In terms of technological innovations…”

As the organizer delved into the presentation, Tyrone sensed something amiss deep within him.

His fists clenched involuntarily, and he cast a desperate look toward Blayze.

A burning desire coursed through him, and he felt ensnared.

turned to him, and their gazes

the corners of Blayze’s lips, and their eyes held each other

clenched his lips tightly and averted his gaze. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sierra sitting in the nearby resting area, her gaze briefly flickering in his direction before she

might be drugged when Blayze

of wine in

When he’d walked in from the corridor, a waiter had approached him with a tray and offered a glass of red

something amiss with

simmering tension between Tyrone

“I’m sorry, I

organizer nodded, and Blayze, appearing concerned, suggested, “Mr. Blakely doesn’t look