Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 455

Chapter: 455

Perhaps because he was born out of wedlock.

His very existence was seen as a mistake from the very beginning.

In the middle of the night, a black Cayenne eased into the underground parking lot of the

hotel, temporary home to the Cloudwater Town film crew.

“We’ve arrived, sir,” the driver announced, glancing at Tyrone’s resting form reflected in

the rearview mirror.

“Okay,” Tyrone murmured, his eyelids remaining shuttered, his form suggesting sleep.

Detecting the strong scent of alcohol in the car, the driver hesitated, unsure whether to

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persist in reminding him.

Two minutes later, a shift in the back seat broke the silence.

Tyrone, blinking lazily, rummaged in his pockets and took out his phone, dialing a number.

The ringing echoed momentarily before a surprised woman’s voice greeted him. “Tyrone?

It’s really you!”

“I’m at the parking lot of your hotel.”

After Tyrone had sent bodyguards to keep an eye on her, Galilea knew that he would not

spoil her anymore.

No longer could she force him into meeting her using her life as a bargaining chip. Instead,

she had to film while awaiting her next chance.

She didn’t anticipate him coming to her in the dead of night just two days after she

resumed work.

“I’ll be right down!” Galilea exclaimed, the sleepiness evaporating from her voice.

With a sense of urgency, she stood up promptly, intending to change into a new outfit.

However, before proceeding, she had a sudden realization. Walking up to the mirror, she

carefully assessed her reflection.

Her long hair was in disarray from just waking up, and her eyes showed signs of lingering

drowsiness. Her chosen attire for sleep was a floral slip nightdress, with the hemline

reaching her thighs.

After a moment’s consideration, she slicked on some lipstick, threw on a short coat from

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her closet, grabbed her room key, and headed out.

“Tyrone!” she called in the underground parking, her voice echoing in the hush.

Tyrone looked out from the car window, stepping out as she approached.

“Why didn’t you come up?” Galilea inquired with surprise. “I thought you’d never see me

again. Did you drink? Would you like to come up for some coffee?”

“No. I’m here to tell you something,” Tyrone retorted, leaning against the car in the dimly

lit garage, his expression masked by shadows.

“What is it?” Galilea inquired, a gnawing sense of unease tugging at her.

“You need to leave. I’ll arrange for you to go overseas. Don’t return.”

“Tyrone, what did you say?” Galilea asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.