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.”

Shane, having served Horace through myriad triumphs and tribulations, had mastered the

had just cast in his direction sent an unexpected ripple of nerves

bore the mark of Horace’s lineage, a figure

work. I’ll come shortly,” Horace

“Understood.”

the study’s door, Horace drew a deep breath, willing himself to an even keel, before

In deference, Tyrone stood and extended his hand in a

Blakely, do

him a sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone had

latent power within him, who had unexpectedly assumed control of the Blakely Group

smile, Horace positioned himself

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