A suitcase stood at his feet.

In two hours' time, Albert would board a flight back to Heron, where he would formally assume control of the Waston Group.

It also meant that he would be parting ways with Rena.

Albert had spent two years studying alongside Rena, and he had admired her during that time. His affection for her had been an open secret, though it was also widely understood that Rena did not share those feelings.

Waves of embarrassment, frustration, and reluctance came over him.

As he prepared to leave, he wished to have a conversation with her.

“Mr. Fowler, I'd like to speak with Rena privately."

The sun slanted upon Waylen's figure through the gaps in the trees, casting him in a warmer light.

Waylen fixed his gaze upon the young man before him.

Albert was a full ten years younger than him.

He was currently in his prime years, hailing from an esteemed family and possessing striking looks.

Waylen had always felt a tinge of envy, but his jealousy didn't break him. Instead, it spiced things up between him and Rena.

Initially, he couldn't quite fathom it, but he eventually realized he didn't need to feel insecure because of Rena's love for him.

After a brief pause, Waylen made a graceful gesture.

Confidence radiated from him.

Unable to contain herself, Rena uttered, “Waylen."

Waylen adjusted her coat and murmured, “Bid him farewell."

Rena deemed his behavior underhanded.

Waylen smiled, putting a considerable distance between them. He took out a cigarette and put it between his lips.

Bowing his head, he lit the stick.