Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Sure, go ahead. Seems like you have got a lot on your plate.”
As Lance rose and made his exit, Brady and Sierra reclaimed their seats at the table.
Brady, however, couldn’t quite shake off his discontent over Lance’s indifferent demeanor, prompting him to inquire, “Who exactly
is he?”
Sierra shared what she knew, her voice tinged with curiosity.
“I only know he’s a friend of Blayze from Blayze’s time overseas. He’s quite the enigma. When he returned from abroad last year,
he paid a visit to the Fowler family’s residence with Blayze, and that’s when I first crossed paths with him.”
Lance’s good looks had captivated Sierra from the moment they met.
She had quizzed Blayze about him, learning of his previous stint at a foreign investment company and his plans to return. The
implications suggested Lance hailed from a humble background, making Sierra reconsider any romantic notions.
Brady, sporting a smug expression, shifted his focus to Lance. Lance appeared to have an air of familiarity as he seated himself
at a table graced by two lovely women.
The query that lingered on Brady’s lips took a more pointed turn.
“Is it easier for someone of mixed heritage to charm the ladies?”
Several moments passed without a response from Sierra. Brady, lifting his gaze, noticed Sierra’s gaze fixated on the two
beauties near Lance.
Upon closer inspection, Brady discerned that one of the captivating women seated across Lance was none other than Sabrina.
Meanwhile, as soon as Bettie set down her phone, an all-too-familiar figure made a beeline in her direction.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
This man’s face was etched in her memory.
Under her breath, Bettie vented her frustration, “That bastard’s approaching.”
Sabrina was taken aback, her curiosity piqued. Then, with an air of composure, Lance took his place at their table.

His smile revealed pearly whites as he addressed them, “Bettie, Miss Chavez, what a coincidence!”
Bettie couldn’t help but roll her eyes in response.
“Can’t you play it a bit smarter?”
Lance appeared genuinely baffled.
“What do you mean?”
Bettie rebuffed him with a wry grin.
“I don’t like you. You should’ve just walked by and pretended not to see me.”