Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 785
The others reluctantly left the room with disappointment etched on their faces, leaving only three people behind.
Shirley stood in front of the table, enduring the scrutinizing gazes from Tyrone and Damon.
She tried to remain calm and hide her nervousness by squeezing her fists tightly under her sleeves.
“Please have a seat,” Tyrone said, gesturing to the sofa.
Shirley obediently sat down on the sofa. She straightened her back and clasped her hands, resting them on her Lap.
As he looked at her, Tyrone couldn’t help but recall the first time he had seen Sabrina. Like Shirley, Sabrina tried to appear calm,
but her behavior gave away her nervousness.
Tyrone chose Shirley because of her Likeness to Sabrina.
“Do you know why I chose you?”
With a sharp flick of his lighter, Tyrone lit a cigarette, took a smooth drag, and casually tossed the lighter onto the table.
As smoke escaped his lips, it coiled and twisted like a serpent, leaving a trail of hazy mist in its wake.
Shirley shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
“I want you to seduce a man.”
Shirley suddenly raised her head and looked at Tyrone in astonishment.
After Tyrone briefed her on the details, Shirley left the room. Damon poured a glass of wine for Tyrone and said, “Zeke has
returned from abroad and continued to work in the decoration industry. However, my investigation revealed that his materials
aren’t up to standard. You can use this to your advantage and take him down.”
“Okay.”
Damon asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to visit Galilea?”
About two weeks ago, Damon found Galilea.

However, at the time, Tyrone was not in the country. When he received the news, he called Damon and said, “I heard that your
uncle was the director of the Third Hospital.”
Mathias’ Third Hospital happened to be a psychiatric hospital.
Damon immediately understood what Tyrone meant. He admitted Galilea to the hospital.
Galilea had always wanted to see Tyrone, but he had been back for about ten days and still hadn’t gone to visit her.
“How’s she doing?” Tyrone asked, drawing on his cigarette and slowly puffing out the smoke while tapping the ash with his finger.