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.

have an air of familiarity as he seated himself at a table graced by

on Brady’s lips took a more

of mixed heritage

Sierra. Brady, lifting his gaze,

one of the captivating women seated across Lance was

set down her phone, an all-too-familiar figure made a beeline in her

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man’s face was

vented her frustration, “That

an air of composure, Lance took his place at their