Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina, however, lifted her gaze to meet his, her lips tightly pursed, an unwavering silence her chosen response.

The standoff between them intensified, casting an ominous shadow over the atmosphere.

“What’s going on here?™

A sudden interruption shattered the impasse. A voice, originating from a nearby vicinity, pierced through the tension.

ALL heads swiveled in unison toward the source of the sound.

Kody arched an eyebrow and inquired, “Who might you be?”

guard, experienced a spark of recognition. Her eyes

an instant, her prior antipathy toward Tyrone dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and gratitude that he had

newcomer with a prolonged, assessing gaze, eventually breaking into a placating smile as

of the Blakely Group? It is an absolute honor to cross

accusation. His gaze, ice-cold and unyielding, bore into Kody as he delivered his command, “Get out

the countenance of Kody, his initial urge to retort ultimately yielding to restraint. With an air of compliance, he yielded, remarking, “Very well, I shall take my leave. Mr. Blakely,

establishment, the other two men couldn’t help but express their curiosity to Kody,

“Indeed, he bore a resemblance but not an exact one. He seemed somewhat different from the man in the

“The images in the media have likely undergone some manipulation. The woman

is inconsequential. Anyway, we

directing her gratitude toward the man, “Tyrone, I must thank you for your timely arrival. You’re forgiven for a few minutes.” The man approached, taking a seat opposite Sabrina,

hint of incredulity tinging her voice, “Tyrone,