Then Cecilia held Waylen's arm and pouted Like a spoiled brat.

“Waylen,

I want Rena to play the piano at my birthday party. She's short of money now, isn't she? I'Ll pay her twenty thousand."

Shrugging indifferently, Waylen started the car and said, "She's going to say no."

Cecilia pouted, refusing to believe her brother.

After a while, she noticed the familiar route Waylen had taken.

"Didn't you say that you'd get me a midnight snack? Why are you driving back home?"

With one hand on the wheel, Waylen took out a cigarette and Lit it with the other.

He glanced at her and said, "Aren't you trying to lose weight? How can you eat at this late hour?"

Cecilia fell silent. Her brother was right.

Dejected, she took out her cell phone and chatted with Harold to keep her mind off the food she could have eaten.

The following day, Waylen went back to the family mansion to fetch a document.

As soon as he went downstairs, he heard Cecilia shouting, "Waylen, Miss Gordon refused my offer! I can't believe she won't take twenty thousand!"

Waylen was in a hurry for a meeting, so he hadn't planned on staying long.

He gently patted his sister's head with the document and teased, "I guess she's not as materialistic as you, my dear sister."

Cecilia was pissed off.

"Mom, Waylen's bullying me again!" she wailed.

Juliette, who was sitting in the living room, leisurely took a sip o tea.

Ignoring Cecilia's complaints, she smiled at Waylen and said, "I always liked that Miss Gordon, but I didn't expect her to be Tyrone's girlfriend!"

Waylen's smile stiffened, but he wasn't in the mood to clear up the misunderstanding.

“Tyrone's just pursuing her, that's all," he said perfunctorily.

Juliette elegantly set the tea cup down and mused aloud, "Miss Gordon is gentle and kind. I think she's a great match for you."