Meanwhile, Shane ventured out in search of Horace, while a servant swiftly entered, bearing a tray laden with tea.

Gesturing wordlessly, Tyrone signaled the servant to place the tray on the table. He scanned the study’s layout briefly, then withdrew his scrutiny.

Shane rapped lightly on Horace’s bedroom door, securing permission before gently pushing it open.

“Sir, Tyrone’s arrived.”

Angela’s Library

Horace, now garbed in a pristine suit, meticulously adjusting his collar, asked, “Did he say something?”

A furrow appeared on Shane’s brow as he replied, “I asked him, but all he mentioned was an impending discussion with you. He didn’t mention the subject at hand.”

weathered, Shane, having served Horace through myriad triumphs and tribulations,

cast in his direction sent an unexpected

mark of Horace’s lineage, a figure of

work. I’ll

“Understood.”

a deep breath, willing himself

deference, Tyrone stood and

well, Mr. Blakely,

him a sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone

power within him, who had

positioned himself opposite Tyrone, adopting a

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