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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.”
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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHorace, 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.”
Seasoned and weathered, Shane, having served Horace through myriad triumphs and tribulations, had
mastered the art of maintaining composure through any storm.
Yet, the look Tyrone had just cast in his direction sent an unexpected ripple of nerves through Shane.
Little wonder Tyrone bore the mark of Horace’s lineage, a figure of unmistakable distinction.
“Proceed with your work. I’ll come shortly,” Horace directed.
“Understood.”
Coming to a halt at the study’s door, Horace drew a deep breath, willing himself to an even keel, before
pushing the door open.
“Mr. Fowler.” In deference, Tyrone stood and extended his hand in a composed manner.
“Very well, Mr. Blakely, do take a seat.”
Horace shook hands with Tyrone and gave him a sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone had known
about his true identity.
Looking at Tyrone’s composed countenance, Horace surmised the latent power within him, who had
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmunexpectedly assumed control of the Blakely Group upon Cesar’s passing.
Sporting a genial smile, Horace positioned himself opposite Tyrone, adopting a familiar tone.
“Given your temperament, you truly merit the accolade of Mathias’ most illustrious entrepreneur. I’ve
seen your interviews and desired this meeting, though your unexpected presence catches me off
guard. Please, indulge in some tea.”
Tyrone offered a polite smile.
“Your praise is generous, Mr. Fowler.”
“I’m telling the truth. Should it not trouble you, let us dispense with formalities. You may call me Horace,
and I, in turn, shall address you as Tyrone. How does that strike you?”
“That won’t be necessary.”
Horace’s smile faltered, replaced by a bemused expression on hearing Tyrone’s refusal.
Traditionally, such a statement would elicit immediate compliance.
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