Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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The stout man shook his head quickly. He was afraid that she would play tricks on him if he gave her

the chance.

“Tell me the number, and I’ll call him.”

Sabrina had no choice but to give the man Tyrone’s number.

Her heart beat a fast rhythm.

If Tyrone knew she was missing, wouldn’t he intuitively comprehend the situation?

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She had promised herself that she wouldn’t ask him for help, but here she was, with no other choice

than to trouble him once again…

The stout man called the number, and it was answered almost immediately.

“Hello?” A deep male voice came through the phone, and he sounded as if he was trying to restrain

something.

The stout man couldn’t help but glance at Sabrina. The person on the phone sounded quite young. She

wasn’t lying to him, was she?

The stout man said in a sinister tone, “Are you Corless, the chairman of Trang Clothing?”

“Who are you?” Tyrone demanded, his gaze narrowed. The question was a little strange, but based on

the current situation, Tyrone had a niggling suspicion, so he didn’t outrightly refute the question.

The stout man took Tyrone’s question as an answer in the affirmative and snorted.

“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that I have your daughter. If you don’t want anything to

happen to her, you must get five million in cash. Three days from now, I must see that money.”

After a pause, Tyrone said, “How dare you demand an exorbitant price!”

“It depends on whether Miss Ramirez is worth it or not in your heart.”

“Okay, I’ll arrange the money, but I have to know my… I have to know my daughter is safe. Let me talk

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to her,” Tyrone replied.

The stout man put the phone near Sabrina’s ear.

After a short pause, Sabrina shouted, “Dad, it’s me. You must save me!”

It was Sabrina’s voice.

Tyrone breathed a sigh of relief and comforted her softly, “Don’t worry. I will save you. Don’t be afraid.”

“Okay…”

Sabrina wanted to say something else, but the stout man put the phone back to his ear.

“Did you hear that? Prepare the cash quickly.

I will contact you in three days.”