"Leonel!"

Cecilia's voice quivered, "Do you think we should consult a therapist?"

"I am fine, honestly."

Leonel looked towards the sunlight. "I just want to soak in the sun for a bit. After Alexis left, everything feels colder."

A wave of sadness washed over Cecilia.

But Leonel appeared calm.

He chose not to hurry back to Duefron. Instead, he spent two weeks in Czanch at Evans Gardon before returning. During this time, he made no effort to go after Alexis.

Even after learning about her occasional blind dates.

Sometimes, he would unexpectedly run into her on these dates.

But they just nodded at each other.

It almost appeared Leonel had genuinely let go. He worked more intensely than ever before, even more than his days in Acoiclya. His business empire flourished rapidly and grew remarkably.

Marcus was the first to notice the growth!

As the controller of Duefron's most substantial commercial empire, Marcus couldn't overlook a new competitor challenging the Fowler Group.

And that emerging rival was none other than Leonel!

In the evening, a black RV slowly rolled into the Fowler estate. The vehicle came to a stop, and a handsome young man stepped out.

The individual in question was Marcus Fowler.

Swiftly making his way to the entrance, he inquired of a servant, "Where can I find my father?"

The servant promptly responded, “Sir, he is currently in the study on the upper floor!"

Marcus acknowledged with a nod, hastening his ascent.

Upstairs, in the study, Waylen engaged in a game of chess with a long-time subordinate, exuding an air of contentment.