Female Novel
Chapter 961
Chapter: 961
“Yes.”
Wayne bantered, “As soon as Miss Ramirez returned from the bathroom, she announced that she washeading back to her room. She seemed to have lost her appetite and mentioned she just ran into ascum. Mr. Carter, you still have a Long way to go.”
Lance chuckled. “Well, it’s better to be disliked than treated like a stranger.”
When Jennie returned to her room, she was about to call Tyrone. To her surprise, she received a callfrom him.
Jennie instantly rushed to the bathroom to answer the phone and whispered, “Tyrone.”novelbin
“Jennie, where are you?” Tyrone asked.
When he asked Sabrina for the car key yesterday, he promised to arrange for someone to deliver hercar to her apartment from the restaurant the following day. However, he had no intention of organizinganyone. He only used that as an excuse under the guise that he was returning her key so he could seeher. But Tyrone’s plan backfired. When he drove Sabrina’s car back to her apartment, he discovered noone there. So he immediately called Jennie to see where they were.
“We’re in Orden now. Sabrina is taking some photos here. Tyrone, come quickly. That photographerwants to steal her from you.”
“Got it. Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon.”
After hanging up the phone, Tyrone located their location and asked Kylan to pre-book a hotel for himand find out more about the photographer, Blayze.
Kylan’s face turned pale as he furrowed his brows with a sudden realization. “Are you sure thephotographer who went with Miss Chavez is called Blayze?”
“Yes. What’s wrong?” Tyrone raised his eyebrows, sensing something was off.
Kylan glanced at him and then lowered his head, his voice trembling.
“It’s Blayze Fowler.”
Tyrone briefly frowned in surprise. “Really? The son of the Fowler family should be a photographer?”
Kylan swallowed a lump in his throat, his hands shaking. “There’s more than that,” he mumbled. “Hewas the president of the International Association when Miss Chavez was studying abroad.”
Tyrone stopped what he was doing and looked up. His heart was racing.
“What did you just say?”
Kylan cleared his dry throat. “He was the president of the International Association when…” His voicewas barely audible.
“He was the one who was close with Sabrina. Maybe…” Tyrone contemplated aloud but didn’t finish hissentence.
Tyrone gritted his teeth, and his face turned red with anger.
He slammed his fist on the table. “That son of a bitch! Blayze Fowler! Did Blayze target my familyrepeatedly for the sake of Sabrina?”