Cecilia gnashed her teeth and lashed out, "Shame on you! Rena would never like you!"

Albert snorted and crossed his arms.

"Want a bet?"

"Bet on what?" A voice suddenly rang out from the garden's entrance.

When they turned around, they saw Waylen standing there.

Dressed in an exquisite overcoat, Waylen exuded the aura of a bona fide elite, further accentuating his regal and charming looks.

Given the forecast of a snowy day in Duefron tomorrow, Waylen decided to bring his wife and children to Czanch and visit the Evans family ahead of time. However, when he got here, the last thing he expected to see was Albert talking nonsense.

Cecilia rushed over to Waylen and latched onto his arm.

The moment Cecilia saw her elder brother in the Evans family's house, she burst into joy.

Waylen held Cecilia in his arms and hugged her tight. Then, he shot a look at Albert and sneered, "You just said you wanted to be the other man, right?"

Albert remained silent, his eyes fixed on Waylen the entire time.

Although Albert had fascinated some women with his handsome face, he had to admit that Waylen was rather outstanding.

Waylen had an air of regality about him that made him stand out from the rest.

After being quiet for a while, Albert twitched his mouth and asked,

"What? Are you scared or something?"

Waylen was unfazed by Albert's cocky attitude. He simply took out a cigarette and lit it before taking a long drag.

Slowly, his eyes narrowed at Albert as he let out an arrogant chuckle.

"Why would I be scared? I'm afraid Rena won't be pleased to hear that. Apart from valuing too much on virtue, she's perfect in every way."

Albert gnashed his teeth for a second before recovering his cool.

"Mr. Fowler, I heard you used to be a lawyer before. That explains why you're so sharp-tongued."