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.”

Horace through myriad triumphs and tribulations, had mastered the art of maintaining

cast in his direction sent an

wonder Tyrone bore the mark of Horace’s lineage, a figure

work. I’ll come

“Understood.”

to a halt at the study’s door, Horace drew a deep breath, willing

and extended his hand in

well, Mr. Blakely, do

sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone had

latent power within him, who had unexpectedly assumed control of the Blakely Group upon Cesar’s

a genial smile, Horace positioned himself

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