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Chapter: 963
She concentrated hard, trying to remember something, anything.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced her head.
“Ouch! Sabrina winced and instinctively held her head with both hands.
Several scenes flashed through her mind. But they were so fleeting that she couldn’t
discern anything from them.
Sighing, she gave up and went back to sleep.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the morning, Wayne received a message about Sabrina’s husband. His eyes widened in
disbelief when he read it.
“Mr. Fowler, the identity of Miss Chavez’s husband has been discovered.”
Blayze was standing before a full-length mirror, adjusting his sleeve.
“Who is it?”
“Tyrone Blakely.”
Hearing it, Blayze paused and turned to look at Wayne.
Wayne quickly said, “Miss Chavez was adopted into the Blakely family when she was 16.
Three years ago, Cesar proposed that she marry Tyrone. They divorced not long ago. This
matter was all over the Internet.”
Blayze seldom paid attention to domestic entertainment news and wasn’t aware of it.
He turned back to look at himself in the mirror. “Tyrone,” he said in a Low voice.
After breakfast, Blayze stepped out of the elevator and was about to head toward the sofa
area. But he suddenly stopped after he noticed Tyrone entering.
Tyrone narrowed his eyes when he saw Blayze. The air around them grew thick with
tension as they locked eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTyrone’s mind raced with the possibility that Blayze might be the father of Sabrina’s child.
Tyrone clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white as he struggled to control his
emotions.
The silence between them was deafening as they stood their ground, neither willing to
back down.
Each challenged the other to act first.
Their eyes burned with jealous rage and hostility.
Both remained silent, each hesitant to be the first to break it as if uttering the first words
would signify a form of surrender.
After what felt like an eternity, they spoke almost simultaneously, their voices dripping
with sarcasm.