Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sierra hadn’t expected that he hadn’t arrived yet, but it didn’t matter. She messaged back, “When you arrive, come to the booth on the first floor to see me. I have something to tell you.”

“Very well.”

With a satisfied smile, Sierra stowed her phone and made her way to the first floor.

She had always been aware of Brady’s affection for her, even though he was a carefree playboy whose interests revolved around leisure and pleasure.

While she didn’t particularly admire his dissolute lifestyle, she could still consider him a backup.

Ten minutes later, Brady, sporting a leather jacket and tight pants, arrived at the Francio Club. Spotting Sierra in the booth, he settled down across from her and asked, “Sierra, what’s the matter?”

Sierra brought up a trivial topic and voiced her concerns, which seemed to make Brady quite content. He smiled warmly in response.

when I

on my way here. Even without your messages, I’ll

asked, “Oh, do you have

us. You can ask him

ask him,” Sierra replied, “He’s been really busy lately. Why did he suddenly invite

with a smile, “He mentioned he wanted to introduce a student to us and requested that we

could potentially lead to a steady influx of

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A

Blayze must have had ulterior motives

odd when I first heard it.

directly provided her with opportunities. He didn’t usually