Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 1162

After what seemed like an extended period, the call went unanswered yet again,

prompting Tyrone to terminate the call.

Tyrone exhibited the phone’s screen to Sabrina.

“Very well.” She furrowed her brow and continued, “Please have a seat for now. I want to

read the script. Do not disrupt me. You can attempt calling them later.”

“Read the script?” Tyrone arched an eyebrow and directed his gaze to the script cradled in

her hand.

“Are you planning to step onto the stage?”

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Sabrina nodded affirmatively.

“Indeed, I am.”

His curiosity piqued, Tyrone inquired, “What kind of script is this?”

“It’s the one I read last time. It was Galilea’s role. However, she’s unavailable for the shoot

now and they’ve struggled to find a suitable replacement. Consequently, the director

requested me to step in.”

A shadow crossed Tyrone’s countenance upon hearing this news.

If memory served him right, this particular role was that of a seductress, donning attire of

rather revealing nature.

“Should you wish to act, I could assist in securing some more reputable roles.”

Sabrina, however, declined firmly.

“No, thank you. I’m simply helping out the director. Besides, Sarah is a substantial

character.”

Although Sarah played the role of an antagonist, she possessed more depth than being

merely one-dimensional.

Tyrone lowered his head in silent contemplation.

Since their divorce, Sabrina had developed an interest in photography and acting,

appearing noticeably happier than before.

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Tyrone had never observed her engage in such hobbies previously. In the past, after work,

she would return home with no further interests or activities.

Perched on the bed’s edge, Tyrone remained wordless.

Within the confines of the room, tranquility enveloped them.

Setting the script aside, Sabrina retrieved her pajamas and retreated to the bathroom to

indulge in a refreshing shower.

Upon completing her ablutions, she emerged from the bathroom, only to find Tyrone still

ensconced at the edge of the bed, deeply engrossed in perusing her script.

“Have you tried reaching them again?” she inquired.

“Yes, but regrettably, there was still no response.”