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.

filled with tension, as if in a

two

a heavy,

weight of the atmosphere and found

he stole a glance at

similar height

the young man bore a striking resemblance to

him from head

eyebrows slightly.

yourself as the chairman of Blakely Group

Blakely Group and the Fowler family. Would you care to

The elevator beeped.

arrived at Blayze’s

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

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