Scars Of A Broken Bond

“You came just in time, Shane.”

“What’s wrong?” Shane asked, frowning.

“Someone called just now and said that their chairman was coming to visit Mr. Fowler. I told him that Mr. Fowler was not at home, that he would have to wait until Mr. Fowler returned.”

“Did you ask who it was?”

“The person who called said he was the secretary of Tyrone Blakely, the chairman of the Blakely Group in Mathias.”

“What?” Stunned, Shane looked at the servant sharply and convinced himself he had misheard.

“Who?”

by Shane’s strange reaction, the

while and always read the

guests from being poorly received when they arrived, servants were made to be familiar with the names of the important partners of the Fowler family. But none of the servants had ever heard of any

G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

Shane looked like he

servant who was staring at him curiously. With a wave of his hand, Shane ordered, “Go ahead with your work. I will take care of

servant agreed reluctantly. He wanted to stay

walked over and pressed a button. The phone number of the last call immediately appeared on the electronic screen, indicating

skipped a beat once again

there were still times when the company still needed him

a break, his assistant

his phone from his assistant and walked out of the conference room. Outside, he