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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 233
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Chapter: 233

Did this suggest that Tyrone had already introduced Galilea to his family?

Galilea’s comments stirred up the chat once again, triggering heated debates amongst the

fans.

Next, the host initiated a draw-and-guess game between Sabrina and Galilea.

Sabrina was guessing, and Galilea was drawing.

Their performance was neither synergized nor disjointed.

The game concluded.

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As Galilea was about to exit the stage, the host announced, “Ms. Clifford, please hang on.

We have another activity that requires your participation. Ms. Chavez, you may leave the

stage and take your seat.”

“Alright.”

Sabrina handed her microphone to a crew member, descended the stage and occupied

her seat.

Her unruffled demeanor suggested that she was aware of the forthcoming proceedings.

“I bet something’s about to go down. The host is probably up to some mischief again.”

“Do you think they’ll call up Tyrone again?”

“Ha-ha, I think you are right.”

The host announced with a smile, “Mr. Blakely, kindly grace the stage once more and

conclude the final game with Ms. Clifford.”

“Wow! This is going to be fun!”

Tyrone’s expression remained tranquil beneath the unwavering lens of the camera, his

eyes revealing profound depths.

Amid the public scrutiny, he strode onto the stage, coming to a stop next to Galilea.

Despite Galilea’s high heels, she was significantly shorter than Tyrone.

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A storm of media flashes assaulted them.

The cameraman kept a steady focus on the duo, with occasional pans to Sabrina, who sat

to one side of the stage.

Grinning, the host initiated his inquiry, “The audience would like to know, Ms. Clifford,

where you first encountered Ms. Chavez.”

The host’s mandate was to broach this question.

Galilea paused, her lips tightening as she glanced at Tyrone.

“If you prefer not to respond, that’s entirely up to you. But I believe the audience has

made some assumptions. I know I have. What about those watching the Livestream?”