Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sierra hadn’t expected that he hadn’t arrived yet, but it didn’t matter. She messaged back, “When you arrive, come to the booth on the first floor to see me. I have something to tell you.”

“Very well.”

With a satisfied smile, Sierra stowed her phone and made her way to the first floor.

She had always been aware of Brady’s affection for her, even though he was a carefree playboy whose interests revolved around leisure and pleasure.

While she didn’t particularly admire his dissolute lifestyle, she could still consider him a backup.

Ten minutes later, Brady, sporting a leather jacket and tight pants, arrived at the Francio Club. Spotting Sierra in the booth, he settled down across from her and asked, “Sierra, what’s the matter?”

Sierra brought up a trivial topic and voiced her concerns, which seemed to make Brady quite content. He smiled warmly in response.

inquired, “By the way, where were you when I sent you the

was on my way here. Even without your messages, I’ll show up anyway,”

do you have a

invited us. You can ask

ask him,” Sierra replied, “He’s been really busy lately. Why did

a student to us and requested that

Violetholt meant their support could potentially lead to a steady influx of orders and

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

Blayze must have had ulterior motives

as odd when I

student, he could have directly provided her with opportunities. He didn’t usually introduce people to their circle since photography was

happen to know