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.”

and tribulations, had

in his direction sent an unexpected ripple of

of Horace’s lineage, a

your work. I’ll

“Understood.”

to a halt at the study’s door, Horace drew a deep breath,

and extended his hand in a

well, Mr. Blakely, do take a

sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone had known about his

him,

himself opposite

Mathias’ most illustrious entrepreneur. I’ve seen your interviews and