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 art of

his direction sent an unexpected ripple of nerves

mark of Horace’s lineage,

with your work. I’ll

“Understood.”

drew a deep breath, willing

deference, Tyrone stood and extended his hand in

well, Mr. Blakely, do take

and gave him a sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone had known about

composed countenance, Horace surmised the latent power within him, who had unexpectedly assumed control

smile, Horace positioned himself opposite Tyrone,

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