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.

a smug expression, shifted his focus to Lance. Lance appeared to have an air

Brady’s lips took a

for someone of mixed heritage

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

the captivating women seated across Lance was none other than

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

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man’s face was etched in

breath, Bettie vented her frustration, “That bastard’s

Then, with an air of composure, Lance