Scars Of A Broken Bond

The stout man shook his head quickly. He was afraid that she would play tricks on him if he gave her the chance.

“Tell me the number, and I’ll call him.”

Sabrina had no choice but to give the man Tyrone’s number.

Her heart beat a fast rhythm.

If Tyrone knew she was missing, wouldn’t he intuitively comprehend the situation?

She had promised herself that she wouldn’t ask him for help, but here she was, with no other choice than to trouble him once again…

The stout man called the number, and it was answered almost immediately.

came through the phone, and he sounded as

at Sabrina. The person on the phone sounded quite young. She wasn’t lying to him, was

in a sinister tone, “Are

are you?” Tyrone demanded, his gaze narrowed. The question was a little strange, but based on the current situation, Tyrone had a niggling suspicion, so he didn’t outrightly refute

stout man took Tyrone’s question as an answer in the

doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that I have your daughter. If you don’t want anything to happen to her, you must get

a pause, Tyrone said, “How

whether Miss Ramirez is worth it or not

have to know

put the