Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 870
Sabrina assured her they’d share a meal at Lunch.
Sabrina proceeded to the garage, getting in on one of Tyrone’s cars.
She set off towards a warehouse in the suburb.
Darren’s investigations weren’t limited to the Faulkner family but extended to Decker. He had also updated her about Decker’s
activities.
The intel indicated Decker currently oversaw a modest logistics sector.
He operated his own storage facility on the outskirts, which saw a constant flux of goods.
This facility was established shortly after his prison release. With the surge of online shopping and e-commerce in recent years,
Decker’s profits soared, expanding his storage operations.
Concerning the funds kickstarting his logistics venture, he claimed it was loaned by pals. Yet, Darren’s deep dive into his
affiliations revealed minimal borrowings. It was deduced that a significant chunk of the initial capital Likely came from shadowy
backers.
The idea that her father’s demise paved the way for Decker’s thriving business tormented Sabrina.
Her father had been gone for many years, yet the person responsible for his death was living a comfortable life.
Sabrina had driven to the outside of the warehouse and drove around it.
Based on the information, Decker visited the warehouse daily.
She wanted a firsthand confirmation. Spotting Decker’s vehicle, she steered clear.
Deep in thought, she resolved to commence her mission with Decker, hoping to glean intel possibly from Trevor.
If her memory served her right, a therapeutic hot spring resort was situated not too far from this warehouse.
At this time, it was just the right time to enjoy the hot spring.

After returning, Sabrina messaged Sergio. “Hey Sergio, are you planning a company party before your vacation?”
After her conversation with Sergio, Sabrina began to organize the pictures she’d snapped lately.
She remembered the upcoming contest she intended to join.
Talent alone wasn’t enough; she couldn’t just create in isolation.
She bundled those photographs into a compressed file and forwarded it to Aylin, penning a message. “Aylin, could you take a
look at my recent shots?”
Almost instantly, Aylin responded, “Sure thing! Have you settled on which category you’re entering?”