Much to her astonishment, Galilea proved to be ineffectual, easily surrendering the photos to Tyrone.
Ill let this matter slide but Kira, please refrain from taking actions that might jeopardize my relationship with Sabrina under the guise of looking out for my best interests in the future, Tyrone cautioned.
Kira recognized the futility of her efforts, a sense of frustration building within her.
She sought to avoid further quarrels with Tyrone and redirected the conversation, saying, Lets drop it. The choice is yours. On a different note, Ive heard from fellow shareholders that the company is entangled in some business disputes with the Fowler family Lately and the Fowlers have managed to snatch several projects from our company.
Reflecting on past events, Kira had formed a rough hypothesis about why Blayze had targeted the Blakely family after assuming control of the company. A complex blend of emotions swirled within her.
Thats correct, Tyrone confirmed.
Word on the street is that Blayze Fowler heads the Fowler family. Have you ever had any encounters with him? Kira inquired tentatively.
Do you know him? Tyrone probed.
Ive heard of him, Kira admitted.
Tyrone shared, Ive crossed paths with him twice but he remains tight-lipped about his motivations. I cant fathom why hes at odds with the Blakely Group.
He spent considerable time abroad, and during Sabrinas overseas studies, they shared a close connection. I believe there might be a Link. Kira suggested cryptically.
Absolutely not, Tyrone firmly refuted. Kylan had also speculated that Sabrina might be a factor but Tyrones distinct intuition disagreed.
If Blayze truly held affection for Sabrina, he wouldnt have severed contact with Sabrina in the past few years, mor would he suddenly target a well-matched business conglomerate solely for her sake.
Nevertheless, Kiras words left Tyrone somewhat perplexed. It was evident that she possessed significant insights into Sabrinas life abroad.
Kira pressed on, Blayze was absent from the company until his sudden return to power. There must be doubts within the Fowler family. Hes an ambitious individual, aiming to externalize the conflict to showcase his mettle. Soon, hell undoubtedly continue to play against the Blakely Group. Exercise caution.
Blayze bore a resemblance to his calculating mother. He perpetually coveted things that Lay beyond his grasp.
Tyrone didnt dispute it, responding, Understood. He then concluded the call.
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Contemplating Kiras recent remarks, Tyrone began to doubt their validity.
The Blakely Group didnt make for an ideal target for Blayze to demonstrate his strength. Surely, Blayze must have known that.
So why did he proceed with such a strategy?
Those projects were well-suited for the Blakely Group and handing them over to the Fowler family not only hindered their potential benefits but also posed the risk of capital Loss and entrapment in a dilemma.
Upon Tyrones return to the company, Kylan promptly informed him of Blayzes aggressive acquisition of shares from Prosperous Technology, pre-empting the Blakely Group.
Tyrone had foreseen this and responded with calculated resolve, Continue to monitor the situation and fan the flames.
It appeared that, at this moment, Blayze reveled in the satisfaction of wresting projects away from the Blakely Group. Tyrone anticipated his next move.
After Kylan exited the room, Tyrone powered up his computer, his gaze drawn to the new screen before him. Unavoidably, thoughts of Sabrina ignited a simmering anger within him.
He endeavored to redirect his focus toward his work. Eventually, Tyrone reached for his phone and dialed a specific number.
Punctually at 8:00 p.m., Tyrone materialized in the clubs grand hall. He ascended in the elevator to an exclusive chamber and entered it.
The room remained unoccupied, prompting Tyrone to shut the door behind him. He sank into the sofa, retrieving a lighter and igniting a cigarette.
Approximately ten minutes later, when Galilea made her entrance, she observed Tyrone, who reclined against the sofas backrest, an elbow resting on the armrest, and a slender cigarette held delicately between his fingers.
His lips parted slightly, releasing an elegant smoke ring into the air. As she cast a glance at the cigarettes ember within the ashtray, she narrowed her discerning eyes.
She was unaware of his newly acquired smoking habit.
Seated opposite Tyrone, she maintained a facade of ignorance, inquiring, What can I do for you?