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.

turmoil, turned

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

lips tightly and averted his gaze. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sierra sitting in the

might be drugged when Blayze

he kept the glass of wine in his hand

When he’d walked in from the corridor, a waiter had approached

something amiss with

oblivious to the simmering tension between Tyrone and Blayze, continuing

excused himself, saying, “I’m sorry, I need to use

organizer nodded, and Blayze, appearing concerned, suggested, “Mr. Blakely doesn’t look well.

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

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