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.”

his pocket. His eyes inadvertently met the young

with invisible enmity and were filled with tension,

of the two men

elevator, a heavy, suffocating silence

weight of the atmosphere and

he stole a glance

the young man stood at a similar height to Tyrone. His stoic face

and noticed that the young man bore a striking resemblance to Tyrone.

disdainfully, assessing him from head to toe, and

eyebrows slightly.

chairman of Blakely

some conflicts between Blakely Group and the Fowler family. Would you care to join me for a

The elevator beeped.

at Blayze’s

another time. I have some pressing matters to attend to.

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