Kylan looked up and gently reminded him, “Mr. Blakely.”

His voice trailed off abruptly.

Kylan stood stunned for a couple of seconds.

The man in front of him wasn’t Tyrone.

Tyrone cleared his throat, drawing Kylan‘’s attention.

Embarrassed, Kylan turned around and saw Tyrone standing behind him.

“Sorry about that,” Kylan said to the young man with an apologetic smile. He then handed the phone to Tyrone. “Mr. Blakely, here’s your phone.”

Tyrone raised his eyes to look at him, causing Kylan to break out in a cold sweat.

“Okay.”

and slipped it into his

enmity and were filled with tension, as if in a

the two men averted their

a heavy, suffocating silence

the weight of the atmosphere and found

stole a glance

impeccably dressed, the young man stood at a similar height to Tyrone.

the young man bore a striking resemblance to Tyrone. That

young man regarded Tyrone disdainfully, assessing him from head to toe, and

raised his eyebrows slightly. “Blayze

that you’ve just announced yourself as the chairman of Blakely Group today. Congratulations,” Blayze said,

have been some conflicts between Blakely Group and the Fowler family. Would you care

The elevator beeped.

arrived at

have some pressing matters to attend to. We

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