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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 943
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Chapter: 943

“What?” Bettie’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Tyrone is crazy and insane!”

Sabrina smiled, realizing she had the same thought as Bettie.

“By the way, I was reading the news before I came here and saw that

Tyrone has been appointed the chairman of Blakely Group.”

Sabrina raised her eyebrows in surprise and was curious, so she picked up her phone and

opened Twitter. She didn’t need to search for it since it was the top trending topic

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Tyrone had returned to Blakely Group. The official company’s account announced that he

would be taking over as chairman effective immediately.

Sabrina couldn’t help but wonder if the company was in trouble.

Regardless, it had nothing to do with her. So she decided to put her phone away and focus

on other matters.

“Has Jennie gone back home?”

“No, she’s sleeping in the bedroom,” Sabrina replied, pointing to the room. “She wants to

come with me when I go with Blayze to take photos.”

‘s Aylin going?” es.”

“Then I’ll go as well!”

Meanwhile, at a club, the lift descended to the ground floor with a distinct chime, and the

sleek doors glided apart.

Tyrone stepped inside and pressed the button to close the doors.

When the doors were about to shut, an arm suddenly reached in, causing them to retract

immediately on both sides.

A young man dressed in a navy blue suit, looking sharp and polished, stood by the

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elevator doors. He held a black coat draped over his elbow, adding a touch of

sophistication to his already refined appearance.

As he stepped into the lift, his gaze met Tyrone’s, who moved to the side to make room for

him.

Tyrone shifted his gaze and Looked ahead.

As the elevator doors prepared to close, a voice from outside called out urgently, “Wait!”

Immediately, the young man extended his fingers and pressed the “open” button.

Kylan rushed into the elevator, clutching his chest and gasping for breath. Without paying

attention, he turned to the person beside him, assuming it was Tyrone, and said, “Mr.

Blakely, here’s your phone.”

He held out the phone to the man, who didn’t take it.