Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina found a hotel to lodge in.

The next day, Lance called Sabrina at noon. He told her that he had contacted Royce’s secretary. Royce would have dinner with other leaders in a restaurant tonight. After dinner, Royce could spare half an hour to see her.

As for the photo Sabrina had taken, Lance wanted Sabrina to delete it in front of him.

According to his words, Lance had returned.

At half past eight in the evening, Sabrina arrived at the restaurant.

She was several minutes earlier than the agreed time.

The restaurant was elegantly designed, secure and isolated. ALL chambers were reserved for only the most esteemed guests.

Sabrina requested a chamber and waited there. Then, she sent a message to Lance to inform him she was already there.

A while later, Lance pushed the door open and sat down across from Sabrina.

Sabrina glanced at him and stated, “I’ll delete the photo after I meet Royce.”

“Okay.”

Around nine o’clock, Lance went out for a while and came back.

But he didn’t enter the chamber. He stood by the door and informed Sabrina, “Their dinner is over. Come over.”

“Okay.” Sabrina stood up, grabbed her bag and followed Lance.

Angela’s Library

They arrived at the door of another chamber a while later. Lance knocked twice on the door.

The person who opened the door was someone Sabrina knew. It was Royce’s secretary.

“Mr. Carter.” The secretary gave a nod of acknowledgment and shifted his gaze to Sabrina.

Lance hummed softly in reply. He stepped to the side, signaling for Sabrina to enter. “You can go in now,” he said quietly. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Alright.” Sabrina walked forward and nodded at the secretary who was still standing beside the door.

The secretary moved aside and whispered, “Keep it short.”

“Thank you. I understand.” Sabrina walked into the chamber.

The discussion had come to an end, but the faint scent of smoke and alcohol still lingered in the air.

The room was spacious. A round table on the right held various leftovers, a few bottles of wine, and empty boxes of cigarettes.

To the left, Royce lounged on the sofa, leaning against its back. He seemed at ease, with his right arm shielding his eyes as if he were taking a break.