Yet when it came to Tyrone, she was Mrs. Fowler's niece and had grown up with the esteemed Lineage of the Fowler clan. The Fowler family could stand tall beside Tyrone's family.

In terms of appearance, she assumed she could compete with Sabrina and Galilea. In terms of social standing, she asserted that she far surpassed them with the background of the Fowler family. With this confluence of advantages, Sierra brimmed with confidence in her ability to win Tyrone's heart and marry him.

Following the first day's forum proceedings, an evening soiree unfolded.

Sierra attended the event alongside Blayze.

Upon entering the hall, she couldn't help but sweep her gaze around, subconsciously in search of Tyrone.

But her quest remained fruitless.

Fending off a sense of ennui, Sierra located a spot to perch and soon her attention was ensnared by the arrival of Tyrone and the prominent leaders of Mathias.

Tyrone, ensconced amidst a sea of admirers, deftly maneuvered his way through the gathering. Holding a glass of wine, he genially exchanged pleasantries, engaged in conversations and offered astute observations when needed. His words were concise, yet packed with impact.

As the crowd around Tyrone momentarily thinned, Sierra, holding a glass of wine herself, hastened toward him.

“Tyrone, we meet again!" she greeted, her voice infused with enthusiasm.

Tyrone swiveled to meet her gaze, his voice tinged with polite curiosity.

"Excuse me, but may I inquire about your identity?"

A momentary chill gripped Sierra's countenance, yet swiftly, her smile returned, albeit somewhat strained.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sierra Rivera. Blayze Flower is my cousin. We crossed paths at a bar not too long ago."

Spectators in their vicinity exchanged glances, discerning the unfolding interaction between Tyrone and Sierra, then tactfully withdrew.

“Oh, Miss Rivera. Excuse me."

Tyrone turned away and exited the scene.

Taken aback, Sierra took a few hurried strides forward and inquired, “Where are you headed, may I ask?"

Tyrone remained silent, seamlessly melting into the bustling crowd.

Sierra, her frustration mounting, impulsively stamped her foot in vexation.