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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 89
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Chapter: 89

Tyrone exchanged a few words with them.

A curious man pointed at Sabrina and asked, “Mr. Blakely, who might this be?”

“My sister, Sabrina Chavez.”

Sabrina greeted them warmly.

“Miss Chavez! Your reputation precedes you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet.”

“Miss Chavez, you should grace these events more often.”

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After a round of small talk, Tyrone leaned in and whispered to Sabrina, “A few friends are

waiting for me over there. I need to greet them

There’s a buffet. You can relax there if you feel out of place. I’ll come fetch you when the

auction starts.”

“Okay.”

Sabrina meandered to the dessert counter, chose a sweet treat and a glass of drink, and

took a seat in the lounge area. She studied the party attendees while savoring her

dessert.

The guests were all elite socialites, wealthy and famous.

This was Sabrina’s first time at such an event.

She understood that she wasn’t the a real member of the Blakely family, and she hadn’t

been raised in their world. Although high society was polite to her outwardly, they might

not have truly accepted her

Like Tyrone’s friends, apart from Rolf, she felt a distance from them.

Unlike Galilea, she couldn’t engage in casual banter with them.

They were all alike in this respect.

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A stylish woman approached Sabrina and greeted, “Hello there, why are you sitting all

alone?”

Sabrina looked up and smiled at her. “I injured my ankle recently. It’s not good for me to

stand for long periods.”

The woman glanced at Sabrina‘’s ankle but remained silent. She sat down next to Sabrina

and nudged her playfully. “I’m Abigail Bensen. What’s

“Sabrina Chavez.”

“I noticed you entered with Tyrone. How did you manage that?” Abigail whispered.

Sabrina turned to carefully assess her from head to toe.

Abigail’s outfit and purse might have looked pricey, but they were outdated.

Noticing Sabrina’s silence, Abigail probed further, “You look stunning, Tyrone must have

splurged on you, didn’t he? Isn’t it tricky to win over wealthy folks like him?”