Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 970

Chapter: 970

Sabrina couldn‘t hold it in and burst into laughter at the irony of Tyrone’s words.

Tyrone was stunned. He looked slightly confused at the smile on her face and then smiled

as well. “What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing. I agree with you,” Sabrina said with a smile.

She wished she could see the look on his face if he found out he was that guy.

But it was impossible. Sabrina wouldn’t tell Tyrone about this, or he would only pursue and

pester her even more shamelessly.

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Seeing Sabrina’s bright smile, Tyrone’s smile deepened.

Suddenly, a loud cry pierced the air, causing Sabrina and Tyrone to turn their heads in

alarm. “Thief! He took my phone!”

It was Bettie. She was frantically chasing after a man dressed in black.

Many people stopped to watch the scene unfold. Two men joined in the pursuit, hoping to

catch the thief, but the thief ran too fast and managed to outrun them.

Tyrone set Jennie down and prepared to chase after the thief when another figure ran past

him. Tyrone watched on as the person kicked the thief, tripping him. Then the person

snatched the phone from the thief and handed it to Bettie.

Sabrina got a clear look at the “hero“ and rolled her eyes while shaking her head.

As Tyrone picked up Jennie again, he noticed Sabrina’s reaction and asked in confusion,

“He caught the thief. Why are you shaking your head?”

“Because the man who caught the thief is Bettie’s ex-boyfriend. She wants nothing to do

with him and would rather Lose her phone than have any contact with him.”

“I see.” Tyrone nodded in understanding.

Sabrina continued, “It’s like when you got my purse back for me in Norwen.”

Tyrone was Left speechless, feeling awkward.

Clearing his throat, he mumbled, “You don’t have to say the last sentence.”

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As Sabrina had said, Bettie did think so.

As Lance extended the phone toward her, Bettie felt an inner reluctance to accept it, a

sentiment she concealed behind her obliging demeanor With a multitude of curious

onlookers surrounding her, she reluctantly acquiesced, delicately wiping the phone’s

screen before uttering her gratitude, “Thank you.”

Lance responded with nonchalance, “It’s no trouble at all.” A subtle, enigmatic smile

danced upon his lips. His golden-framed glasses exuded a mesmerizing, almost ethereal,

metallic gleam.

In a frosty tone, Bettie inquired, “What brings you here?”

Lance replied candidly, “I’d heard whispers of the captivating scenery in this Locale, so I

embarked on a journey here, never anticipating our serendipitous encounter.”