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.”

slipped it into his pocket. His

enmity and were filled with tension,

of the two men averted

the elevator, a

the atmosphere

he stole a glance at

dressed, the young man stood at a similar height to Tyrone. His stoic face rendered him

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

disdainfully, assessing him from head to toe, and inquired,

eyebrows slightly.

as the chairman of Blakely Group today. Congratulations,” Blayze said,

Group and the Fowler family. Would

The elevator beeped.

at Blayze’s

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

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