Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 405
Glancing at her watch, Sabrina noticed it was already 4 p.m.
“Okay.” Sabrina handed the document to Kylan. “The partner is in a hurry. I need this done before the end of the day.”
“T understand.”
She returned to her office and waited for the message to come through.
As it was time to leave for the day, she checked her phone but found no messages. So she sent Kylan a message. “Hasn’t Mr.
Blakely returned yet?”
When Kylan received the message from Sabrina, he felt apprehensive.
Choosing his words carefully, he replied, “No. He must have been held up by something important.”
Something important?
Undoubtedly, it was crucial to be there for Galilea.
“Why don’t you call him?” Kylan’s second message came.
Sabrina stood by the window and dialed Tyrone’s number. The phone rang persistently, but there was no response.
With a scornful expression, she left for home after finishing work.
Shortly after settling into her bed, her phone began to ring.
Opening her eyes, Sabrina glanced at the bright screen. It was a call from Tyrone.
Without bothering to answer, she decided to turn the phone off entirely.
In the late evening, the Lights of a two-story building nestled within a villa district were still on
Multiple electric vehicles were parked in front of the courtyard.
The locals knew the villa was used as a rented studio rather than a residence.

And the vehicles belonged to the employees, serving as their means of transportation.
Their working hours had no set schedule. Sometimes they started early in the day, while other times they worked well into the
Late hours of the evening.
Once, a curious neighbor happened to run into the villa’s Landlord and couldn’t resist inquiring about the occupants of the villa
and their activities. The landlord, however, had limited knowledge about the renters. He only knew that they were involved in the
self-media business.
The neighbors could tell they must be busy working on a substantial project during the last couple of days.
The cars hadn’t moved at all. No one had been seen leaving the building. The only signs of their presence were the discarded
wrappers of takeout food in the trash can.
Meanwhile, inside the villa, the employees toiled relentlessly, Leaving no time for meals. And when they did manage to grab a
bite, it was well into the Late hours of the evening.