Tall and impeccably dressed, the young man stood at a similar height to Tyrone. His stoic face rendered him distant and enigmatic.

He glanced again and noticed that the young man bore a striking resemblance to Tyrone. That explained why Kylan had made the error earlier.

Finally, the young man regarded Tyrone disdainfully, assessing him from head to toe, and inquired, “Tyrone Blakely?”

Tyrone raised his eyebrows slightly. “Blayze Fowler?"

“I heard that you've just announced yourself as the chairman of Blakely Group today. Congratulations," Blayze said, offering a polite smile.

“Thank you. As far as I know, there have been some conflicts between Blakely Group and the Fowler family. Would you care to join me for a drink upstairs?"

The elevator beeped.

It arrived at Blayze's floor.

“Perhaps another time. I have some pressing matters to attend to. We can discuss it later," Blayze replied calmly.

Then he turned around and exited the elevator.

The doors closed, leaving only Tyrone and Kylan inside.

Kylan let out a sigh of relief. "Mr. Blakely, I'm sorry about mistaking that man for you earlier."

“It's fine."

“But Mr. Fowler does bear a strong resemblance to you."

“Is that so?" Tyrone arched an eyebrow. “I don't see it, but he does seem quite hostile towards me."

Although Blayze had concealed his feelings well, Tyrone sensed the tension from the moment they met.

Tyrone even suspected Blayze might have been the instigator behind the Fowler family's attempts to steal projects from Blakely Group several times.

But why did Blayze hold a grudge against the Blakely family?

Kylan wanted to say something but stopped himself after a second thought.

He recalled that Blayze had been the president of a local association in Philade when Sabrina was studying abroad, and he had been very helpful to her. He was one of the men who had been close to Sabrina, and there was even a possibility that he was the father of her child.