Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Sure, go ahead. Seems like you have got a lot on your plate.”

As Lance rose and made his exit, Brady and Sierra reclaimed their seats at the table.

Brady, however, couldn’t quite shake off his discontent over Lance’s indifferent demeanor, prompting him to inquire, “Who exactly is he?”

Sierra shared what she knew, her voice tinged with curiosity.

“I only know he’s a friend of Blayze from Blayze’s time overseas. He’s quite the enigma. When he returned from abroad last year, he paid a visit to the Fowler family’s residence with Blayze, and that’s when I first crossed paths with him.”

Lance’s good looks had captivated Sierra from the moment they met.

She had quizzed Blayze about him, learning of his previous stint at a foreign investment company and his plans to return. The implications suggested Lance hailed from a humble background, making Sierra reconsider any romantic notions.

Lance appeared to have an air of familiarity as

that lingered on Brady’s lips took a

easier for someone of

moments passed without a response from Sierra. Brady, lifting his gaze, noticed Sierra’s gaze fixated

closer inspection, Brady discerned that one of the captivating women seated across Lance was none

soon as Bettie set down her phone, an all-too-familiar

G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

was etched

Bettie vented her frustration, “That bastard’s

taken aback, her curiosity piqued. Then, with an air of composure, Lance took his place at