Brandon brimmed with delight.

He relished hearing such praise.

Zack harbored a deep disdain for Waylen, holding him in contempt.

Well, well, look at how this 28-year-old man had become astute and refined, surrounded by a clique of elderly gentlemen all day long.

Waylen's words were cunningly crafted and exasperatingly vexing.

However, Zack found himself obligated to heed his father's words.

With an effortless gesture, Zack calmly addressed Waylen, saying,

“Please, Mr. Fowler."

A shadow of anger crossed Brandon's face.

Waylen generously remarked, “Zack is still young; he requires more practice. For instance, if he isn't handed excessive wealth, he will truly comprehend the hardships of life and, in turn, learn the value of hard work."

Waylen struck the right chord, echoing precisely what Brandon had been contemplating.

In that very moment, Brandon resolved firmly, uttering, "Zack, Waylen is correct. It's time for you to endure some hardship."

Zack found himself speechless, unable to respond.

He stared at Waylen intensely, his captivating eyes fixed upon him, while his pearly white teeth clenched together tightly.

“Thank you, Waylen!" Zack exclaimed, forcing a smile.

Waylen responded with a smile, saying, “You're most welcome!"

Huh!

Waylen perceived Zack as an innocent and naive individual.

During the ride back to the hotel in the car, Zack and Waylen maintained an uncomfortable silence between them, their lack of camaraderie apparent.

Only when they finally arrived and stepped out of the car did Zack hold the door, expressing affectionately, “Waylen, have a wonderful time!"

Waylen was stupid.

And Zack's words obviously provided a clue.