Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 558
“It’s nothing.” Sabrina dismissed. “We should be getting to our flight.”
“Alright.”
As Sabrina took three steps, glancing back at the restroom, she was clouded by confusion.
From the inquiries of the police and prosecutors, it was clear that the truck driver was from a modest, if not impoverished,
background. Why was he present here?
Domestic flights were budget-friendly but they were currently in the departure lounge for international flights. The passengers for
the scheduled flights in this lounge were all travelling to distant locations. Considering the peak tourism season, the fare would
be steep. How could a newly-released prisoner afford such an expense?
Lost in her thoughts, Sabrina collided with a man. Bettie was quick to prevent her from tumbling.
“My apologies.” Sabrina, regaining her senses, offered an apology.
“It’s alright,” the man replied, before taking his Leave.
“Sabrina, what were you thinking about? You seemed distant. You didn’t respond when I tried to catch your attention.”
“Nothing.”
Upon seeing Sabrina’s silence, Bettie queried skeptically, “Are you still hung up on Tyrone?”
“No, absolutely not. Why would I be thinking of him?” Sabrina refuted.
“Just checking, relax. Were you indeed thinking about him?”
Sabrina was left speechless.
After enduring a nearly twenty-hour long journey, they arrived in Oslo at around two in the afternoon, as per local time, and
proceeded to their hotel.
In the ward, Tyrone, seated on the sofa with eyes closed, rhythmically tapped his phone, as if anticipating something.

His phone chimed. Tyrone picked it up. His movements betraying a hint of anxiety. “Yes?”
A young man’s voice echoed from the other end. “Tyrone, congratulations. You’ve become the chairman of Blakely Group.”
“Damon, Let’s cut to the chase. You know what I wish to hear.”
From the other end came the clicking sound of a lighter and Damon’s chuckling. “I was just about to. Sabrina and her friends are
heading to Norwen. They boarded the plane. They are expected to stay in Oslo for a few days before heading to...”
“No, that’s not the point.”
“Alright, alright! I have carried out your instructions. The tracker has been placed. She won’t discover it.”
Unaware that a tracking device had been planted on her, Sabrina inadvertently thought she had merely collided with Damon and
didn’t read too much into the incident.
Hastily, Tyrone ended the call he was on, launched the tracking software, and held his breath in anticipation