Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“You two will be a match destined by the stars,” Blayze remarked, his voice carrying a note of certainty.
A genuine smile graced Blayze’s Lips.
In response, Sierra’s eyes sparkled with a glimmer of joy, and she expressed her gratitude, “Thank you, Blayze.”
Since Sierra was the niece of Blayze’s stepmother, they didn’t share blood ties. She hadn’t truly been embraced as a member of
the illustrious Fowler family.
Yet, with Blayze’s support, that could change the course of her destiny.
Blayze leaned in, offering his perspective, “Mathias is a remarkable city. You should consider extending your stay.”
“Okay,” Sierra replied with a subtle nod.
“My aunt intends to stay here for a few more days, and Nicol mentioned he’s planning a weekend visit.”
Blayze’s gaze shifted, focusing on the figure of Tyrone nearby.
“I think you should go meet him.”
“In that case, I’ll take my leave for now, Blayze.” With that, Sierra gracefully departed, her path leading her toward Tyrone.
Once Sierra was out of earshot, Blayze’s piercing eyes narrowed with intent as he beckoned his secretary over, ready to issue a
series of orders.
The secretary promptly acknowledged his instructions and left.
In the corridor, Sierra found Tyrone, who stood by a window, one hand tucked casually into his pocket, while the other held a
phone to his ear.
His raised arm cast an array of stylish folds on his well-fitted suit, accentuating his broad shoulders.
A few steps away, Sierra gazed at him affectionately.
Tyrone possessed a towering figure with his broad shoulders, and simply watching him make a phone call sent a wave of
admiration through her.

So many people seemed to succumb to the ravages of time by their thirties, but Tyrone’s immaculate physique suggested a
dedication to regular exercise.
People who frequently worked out exuded a unique presence, and Sierra couldn’t help but be drawn in by his low, magnetic
voice.
She overheard him reassure the person on the other end of the Line, his tone steady and reassuring.
“The bail won’t impede the ongoing investigation of the case, and the evidence is solid. It will be handed over to the
procuratorate soon. Rest assured.”
Tyrone was discussing the case involving Galilea and Rowell. Galilea was bailed out and came out of the police station. Now,
she remained under close surveillance, awaiting the judgment of her case.
The voice on the other end of the line said something, and Tyrone became more gentle as he inquired, “Sabrina, will you be free
this weekend?”
“Jennie misses you. I’ll send her over to your place on Saturday.”