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.”

phone and slipped it into his pocket. His

met with invisible enmity and were filled with tension, as if

of the two

a heavy, suffocating

the atmosphere and

breath, he stole a glance at the young

young man stood at a similar height to Tyrone. His stoic face rendered him distant and

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

Tyrone disdainfully, assessing him from

eyebrows

yourself as the chairman of Blakely Group today. Congratulations,”

as I know, there have been some conflicts between Blakely Group and

The elevator beeped.

arrived at

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

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