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.
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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.
Blayze, noting Tyrones inner turmoil, turned to him, and their gazes locked.
A knowing smile curled at the corners of Blayzes lips, and their eyes held each other in silent communion.
Tyrone clenched his lips tightly and averted his gaze. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sierra sitting in the nearby resting area, her gaze briefly flickering in his direction before she quickly turned away.
Tyrone speculated that he might be drugged when Blayze proposed a toast.
However, he kept the glass of wine in his hand all the time.
Then, it struck Tyrone. When hed walked in from the corridor, a waiter had approached him with a tray and offered a glass of red wine
There was something amiss with that waiter!
The organizer remained oblivious to the simmering tension between Tyrone and Blayze, continuing his discourse.
Tyrone excused himself, saying, Im sorry, I need to use the restroom.
The organizer nodded, and Blayze, appearing concerned, suggested, Mr. Blakely doesnt look well. He must be feeling fatigued.
The organizer realized his long-windedness and said with an apologetic smile, My apologies, Ive been speaking for quite some time. Ben, kindly take Mr. Blakely upstairs to rest.
Ben, the organizers secretary, stepped forward.
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Thats not necessary Tyrone wanted to decline.
The organizer insisted, Well, Mr. Blakely, rooms had been arranged for all distinguished guests. Please, take a rest. Ben, please escort him.
Ben stepped forward and said, Of course. This way, Mr. Blakely.
Tyrone hesitated for a moment before following Ben.
As Tyrone left, Blayze slyly winked at Sierra, who immediately grasped the signal and hastened to follow them.