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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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Hurrying to the door, she checked the electronic screen.

It was Tyrone’s secretary.

Having visited the company several times, Jennie recognized the secretary and opened the door.

“Are you here for my uncle?”

The secretary smiled and replied, “Well, he tasked me with delivering a set of women’s clothes. Where

can I find your uncle?”

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Women’s clothes? “He is out. Would you fancy some water while waiting?” offered Jennie.

“No, thank you.” The secretary placed the bag on the sofa, remarking, “The clothes are here. Please

inform your uncle upon his return.”

“Alright.”

Immediately after the secretary left, Jennie approached the sofa and looked at the clothes in the paper

bag. Her mind was racing.

She was curious as to why Tyrone had asked his secretary to send this set of women’s clothes.

With no other woman at home, was it perhaps intended as a gift for her?

After Tyrone headed downstairs, the secretary arrived. Did they simply not see each other?

Jennie couldn’t resist checking out. She pulled out the clothes, only to find that they didn’t fit her.

Could the clothes be intended for Sabrina?

Jennie intended to play with Sabrina and Tyrone later.

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Jennie put the clothes back, thinking of making a video call with Sabrina.

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Pondering if Tyrone had taken his phone downstairs, Jennie intended to check his bedroom.

However, before she could proceed, Karen, having prepared breakfast, emerged from the kitchen,

holding a small bowl. She was quite mindful of Tyrone’s directive.

“Jennie, where are you headed?”

Turning, Jennie replied, “I’m looking for Tyrone’s phone.”

“Have you checked that room? He slept there last night.”

Puzzled, Jennie refrained from probing further, heading to the guest room.

Smaller than the master bedroom, she could easily see the bed.

Pushing the door open, Jennie saw a woman sleeping on the bed. Her hair spilled over her shoulders,

her face covered by the quilt.