Raising his glass, Blayze proposed a toast, “Allow me to offer a toast to you, Mr. Blakely.”

Tyrone raised his glass and replied, “Thank you, Mr. Fowler.”

With the atmosphere between them seemingly harmonious, the organizer continued the discussion about the daytime forum topics with a pleasant smile.

The organizer continued, “In recent years, we’ve all witnessed the economic challenges. Industrial growth is evidently dwindling, profits are diminishing, and losses are on the rise, particularly in areas with a bleak long-term supply outlook. Production levels are increasing, impinging on our competitive edge. In terms of technological innovations…”

As the organizer delved into the presentation, Tyrone sensed something amiss deep within him.

His fists clenched involuntarily, and he cast a desperate look toward Blayze.

A burning desire coursed through him, and he felt ensnared.

Tyrone’s inner turmoil, turned to him, and their gazes

the corners of Blayze’s lips, and their eyes held each other in

noticed Sierra sitting in

he might be

wine in

from the corridor, a waiter had approached him

was something amiss with that

simmering tension between Tyrone and Blayze, continuing his

“I’m sorry, I need to use

appearing concerned, suggested, “Mr. Blakely doesn’t look well.

organizer realized his long-windedness and said with an apologetic smile, “My apologies, I’ve been speaking for quite some time. Ben, kindly take Mr.

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