"Very well, Mr. Blakely, do take a seat."

Horace shook hands with Tyrone and gave him a sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone had known about his true identity.

Looking at Tyrone's composed countenance, Horace surmised the latent power within him, who had unexpectedly assumed control of the Blakely Group upon Cesar's passing.

Sporting a genial smile, Horace positioned himself opposite Tyrone, adopting a familiar tone.

"Given your temperament, you truly merit the accolade of Mathias' most illustrious entrepreneur. I've seen your interviews and desired this meeting, though your unexpected presence catches me off guard. Please, indulge in some tea."

Tyrone offered a polite smile.

"Your praise is generous, Mr. Fowler."

"I'm telling the truth. Should it not trouble you, let us dispense with formalities. You may call me Horace, and I, in turn, shall address you as Tyrone. How does that strike you?"

“That won't be necessary."

Horace's smile faltered, replaced by a bemused expression on hearing Tyrone's refusal.

Traditionally, such a statement would elicit immediate compliance.

Even the scions of Harborand's esteemed families would bow in reverence.

Tyrone's response left Horace momentarily speechless.

Tyrone's faint smile persisted as he stated, "The Blakelys and the Fowlers have no bonds. Were it not for the Fowler family transgressing my limits, I wouldn't have graced this place with my presence."

At that moment, Horace comprehended Tyrone's purpose. Tyrone came to settle accounts. Tyrone might remain oblivious to his true identity.

"Mr. Blakely, how has the Fowler family crossed your line?" Horace's smile faded into seriousness.

"Should our family be at fault, I shall seek an explanation for you. If not, Mr. Blakely, your visit may have been in vain."

"Mr. Fowler, do you comprehend the events regarding Brady, the Garrett family's second son?"

Horace nodded thoughtfully.

"What? Does this concern the Blakelys?"