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,

Tyrone had just cast in his

wonder Tyrone bore the mark of Horace’s lineage, a figure of unmistakable

work. I’ll come shortly,” Horace

“Understood.”

drew a deep breath, willing himself to an even keel, before

Tyrone stood and extended his hand

well, Mr. Blakely, do

gave him a sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone had

power within him, who had unexpectedly assumed control of the Blakely Group upon Cesar’s

a genial smile, Horace positioned himself opposite Tyrone, adopting a familiar

most illustrious entrepreneur. I’ve seen your interviews and desired this meeting, though your