If Sabrina could become his wife, why couldn't she?

She assumed she was every bit as worthy as Sabrina.

Just as Sierra was about to hasten after Tyrone, a voice called out from behind her, "Miss Rivera."

She pivoted to see Blayze's secretary approaching, catching her attention.

"Yes? What is it? Did Blayze ask you to come to me?"

The secretary nodded in affirmation.

“Indeed, Mr. Fowler suggested that you hold off for the moment. Be patient. He'll let you know when to act in due time. By then, you can head directly to the hotel room upstairs."

Sierra's heart quickened, a secret sense of hope blossoming within her. Could Blayze be willing to help her win Tyrone's heart?

She nodded obediently, her gratitude evident.

"Understood. I'll await his messages."

As the city's leaders made their exit, Tyrone engaged in a polite exchange with the event organizer. At this moment, Blayze made his approach, drawing the organizer's attention.

With a welcoming smile, the organizer addressed Blayze, "Mr. Fowler, this marks your first attendance at a Mathias conference. How has your experience been?"

Blayze responded with a gracious smile, “I've felt right at home here.

This forum holds great significance. If given the opportunity, I'd certainly consider attending again in the future."

The organizer then proceeded with introductions.

"Thank you, Mr. Fowler. Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Tyrone Blakely. You may have crossed paths at the conference." He turned to Tyrone, adding, "Mr. Blakely, this is Mr. Blayze Fowler, a name you're likely familiar with. You're both truly exceptional, and it's an honor to have you here.”

Tyrone responded with a neutral expression, as if he didn't know Blayze.

"Mr. Fowler, I've heard much about you Blayze mirrored the gesture with a warm smile.

"And I, likewise."

Raising his glass, Blayze proposed a toast, “Allow me to offer a toast to you, Mr. Blakely.”