Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 1178

Chapter 1178

“My phone is on the verge of dying, and I don’t have the time to contact other secretaries. Please, Sabrina, help me.”

Furrowing her brow, Sabrina hesitated briefly before reluctantly conceding, “Alright. Please wait for a moment. I’ll be there shortly.”

It was undeniably inconvenient.

Setting her work aside, Sabrina donned her coat and prepared to Leave.

“Sabrina, it’s quite late. Where are you off to?” Bettie suddenly inquired from her spot on the living room sofa.

Sabrina paused, her lips curling wryly.

“There’s a nighttime shoot…”

“Oh…” Bettie cast her a knowing look and replied, “Well, go on then.”

In silence, Sabrina changed her shoes in the hallway Bettie followed up with another question, “Will you be returning tonight?”

“It depends.”

“Alright.”

Close to the hotel now, Sabrina adorned her Bluetooth headset and dialed Tyrone’s number.

“Hello, I’m almost there. Should I park in the underground garage or wait for you outside?”

“Pull your car to the curb. Wait for me in the car across from a convenience store,” came Tyrone’s swift response.

Sabrina, though somewhat perplexed, gracefully concurred, “Very well.”

Upon ending the call, she couldn’t help but wonder how Tyrone’s phone still had power. Had he borrowed a power bank?

As Sabrina maneuvered her car to the designated spot and lowered her window for a quick survey, she received Tyrone’s prompt directive, “Let’s go.”

Seemingly materializing out of thin air, Tyrone swiftly opened the rear car door and slipped in, casually reclining against the seatback.

Startled by his sudden appearance, Sabrina pivoted to face him, inquiring, “Where did you come from…”

In the midst of her inquiry, she fell silent, struck by the sight of Tyrone. His visage was flushed and he was laboring to catch his breath, his chest heaving with an intensity that suggested he had been utterly drained. His attire bore the marks of disarray, bearing wrinkles and traces of dust.

Concern etched across her features, Sabrina inquired with earnest intent, “Tyrone, what happened to you?”

Tyrone responded in a hoarse voice, his arm lifted to shield his eyes, “Nothing. I was ensnared by some vile tricks.”

“How about I take you to the hospital immediately?” Sabrina offered.

After a brief pause, he lowered his arm abruptly, gazing at her with a desirous intensity in his eyes.