Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 961

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

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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

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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?”

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