Sierra felt embarrassment wash over her. So, she revealed her trump card, thinking it would help the situation.

"You are Tyrone, right?

Do you know my cousin? He's in Mathias as well."

Back at the shopping mall, Tyrone had guessed that it was Blayze she was referring to.

Sierra maintained a noticeable accent when she spoke, something she embraced rather than tried to change.

It added to her sense of identity, complementing her expensive attire that set her apart from the ordinary crowd. She relished feeling refined and standing out.

Despite her accent and expensive clothes, Tyrone appeared unfazed.

What seemed to matter most to him was being mistaken for Blayze.

He disagreed with the notion that he had any semblance to Blayze.

Tyrone lost his patience.

"I'm not interested in you or your cousin.

Can you leave now?"

Hearing that, Sierra was stunned. She bit her lower lip, with a trace of pride and superiority in her eyes.

"My cousin is Blayze!"

Sierra thought Tyrone must know who Blayze was.

She assumed Tyrone would treat her better and show more respect now that he knew who her cousin was.

Tyrone looked up at her, his tone remaining indifferent.

“Who's Blayze? Should I know him?"

Shock widened Sierra's eyes, and her mouth was slightly agape.

Ashamed and furious, Sierra's face turned red. Without another word, she abruptly left.