What was Tyrone's attitude?

Wasn't she, after all, sort of a member of the illustrious Fowler family? Wasn't she worthy of his attention?

“Sierra,” Blayze materialized behind Sierra, his gaze fixed on the direction Tyrone had taken, his words carrying a significant undertone.

"Do you harbor feelings for Tyrone?"

Sierra spun around, her cheeks flushing.

“Blayze."

The expression on her face did not go unnoticed by Blayze and his countenance took on a more resolute aspect, understanding her sentiment.

"You two will be a match destined by the stars," Blayze remarked, his voice carrying a note of certainty.

A genuine smile graced Blayze's Lips.

In response, Sierra's eyes sparkled with a glimmer of joy, and she expressed her gratitude, “Thank you, Blayze.”

Since Sierra was the niece of Blayze's stepmother, they didn't share blood ties. She hadn't truly been embraced as a member of the illustrious Fowler family.

Yet, with Blayze's support, that could change the course of her destiny.

Blayze leaned in, offering his perspective, "Mathias is a remarkable city. You should consider extending your stay."

"Okay," Sierra replied with a subtle nod.

"My aunt intends to stay here for a few more days, and Nicol mentioned he's planning a weekend visit."

Blayze's gaze shifted, focusing on the figure of Tyrone nearby.

"I think you should go meet him."

"In that case, I'll take my leave for now, Blayze." With that, Sierra gracefully departed, her path leading her toward Tyrone.

Once Sierra was out of earshot, Blayze's piercing eyes narrowed with intent as he beckoned his secretary over, ready to issue a series of orders.

The secretary promptly acknowledged his instructions and left.