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 pocket. His eyes inadvertently met

with invisible enmity and were filled with tension, as if in a

two men averted

elevator, a

of the atmosphere and found

breath, he stole a glance at the

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

young man bore a striking resemblance to Tyrone.

assessing him from head to toe, and inquired,

eyebrows slightly.

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

between Blakely Group

The elevator beeped.

at

pressing matters to attend to. We can discuss it later,”

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