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 to him, and their

lips, and their eyes

the corner of his eye, he noticed Sierra sitting in the nearby resting area, her gaze

that he might be drugged when

of wine in

in from the corridor, a waiter had approached him with a tray and

amiss with that

the simmering tension between Tyrone and Blayze,

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

Blayze, appearing concerned, suggested, “Mr. Blakely doesn’t look well. He must be feeling

apologetic smile, “My apologies, I’ve been speaking for quite some time. Ben, kindly

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