Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 961
“Yes.”
Wayne bantered, “As soon as Miss Ramirez returned from the bathroom, she announced that she was heading back to her
room. She seemed to have lost her appetite and mentioned she just ran into a scum. Mr. Carter, you still have a Long way to go.”
Lance chuckled. “Well, it’s better to be disliked than treated like a stranger.”
When Jennie returned to her room, she was about to call Tyrone. To her surprise, she received a call from him.
Jennie instantly rushed to the bathroom to answer the phone and whispered, “Tyrone.”
“Jennie, where are you?” Tyrone asked.
When he asked Sabrina for the car key yesterday, he promised to arrange for someone to deliver her car to her apartment from
the restaurant the following day. However, he had no intention of organizing anyone. He only used that as an excuse under the
guise that he was returning her key so he could see her. But Tyrone’s plan backfired. When he drove Sabrina’s car back to her
apartment, he discovered no one there. So he immediately called Jennie to see where they were.
“We’re in Orden now. Sabrina is taking some photos here. Tyrone, come quickly. That photographer wants to steal her from you.”
“Got it. Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon.”
After hanging up the phone, Tyrone located their location and asked Kylan to pre-book a hotel for him and find out more about
the photographer, Blayze.
Kylan’s face turned pale as he furrowed his brows with a sudden realization. “Are you sure the photographer who went with Miss
Chavez is called Blayze?”
“Yes. What’s wrong?” Tyrone raised his eyebrows, sensing something was off.
Kylan glanced at him and then lowered his head, his voice trembling.
“It’s Blayze Fowler.”
Tyrone briefly frowned in surprise. “Really? The son of the Fowler family should be a photographer?”

Kylan swallowed a lump in his throat, his hands shaking. “There’s more than that,” he mumbled. “He was the president of the
International Association when Miss Chavez was studying abroad.”
Tyrone stopped what he was doing and looked up. His heart was racing.
“What did you just say?”
Kylan cleared his dry throat. “He was the president of the International Association when...” His voice was barely audible.
“He was the one who was close with Sabrina. Maybe...” Tyrone contemplated aloud but didn’t finish his sentence.
Tyrone gritted his teeth, and his face turned red with anger.
He slammed his fist on the table. “That son of a bitch! Blayze Fowler! Did Blayze target my family repeatedly for the sake of
Sabrina?”