Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Meanwhile, Shane ventured out in search of Horace, while a servant swiftly entered, bearing a tray laden with tea.

Gesturing wordlessly, Tyrone signaled the servant to place the tray on the table. He scanned the study’s layout briefly, then withdrew his scrutiny.

Shane rapped lightly on Horace’s bedroom door, securing permission before gently pushing it open.

“Sir, Tyrone’s arrived.”

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Horace, now garbed in a pristine suit, meticulously adjusting his collar, asked, “Did he say something?”

A furrow appeared on Shane’s brow as he replied, “I asked him, but all he mentioned was an impending discussion with you. He didn’t mention the subject at hand.”

myriad triumphs and tribulations, had mastered the art of maintaining composure

had just cast in his direction sent an unexpected

bore the mark of Horace’s lineage,

work. I’ll

“Understood.”

drew a deep breath, willing

deference, Tyrone stood and extended his hand in a

well, Mr. Blakely,

him a sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone had known about his true

latent power within him, who had unexpectedly assumed control of the

smile, Horace positioned himself opposite

the accolade of Mathias’ most illustrious entrepreneur. I’ve seen your interviews and desired this meeting, though your unexpected presence catches me off guard. Please,