His elevated social standing earned him a place at the distinguished main table, surrounded by titans of various industries.

Korbyn and Brandon were present as well.

Waylen had long been a respected figure within this social circle, effortlessly captivating the attention of the elder gentlemen. Engaged in conversation, he casually smoked his cigarette while surreptitiously stealing glances at Rena

Today, she adorned a breathtakingly beautiful dress.

Korbyn followed Waylen's gaze, his hand gently patting his son as he inquired, "Aren't you going to say hello to her?"

Waylen chuckled softly in response.

“She seems to have the company of Zack. I fear I may find myself unwanted."

Brandon, his face flushed from lively conversation, overheard and was taken aback. He exclaimed, “Did you just say Zack?! Where is Zack?"

Before Waylen could answer, Lyndon approached with Elvira to offer their greetings.

Elvira excelled at displaying amiability, extending a warm "hello" to Korbyn.

Although Korbyn harbored a certain degree of dislike towards her, he maintained a polite facade as he reciprocated the greeting and exchanged pleasantries with Lyndon.

Observing Waylen's lack of response, Elvira smiled and remarked, "I spotted Rena earlier. I intended to apologize to her but, to my surprise, she has moved on and is now in the company of a driver. She even brought him along to this wedding banquet."

A driver?

Korbyn's gaze fixated upon the table, where a young man exuded a radiant aura next to Rena.

However, this young man appeared far from the typical image of a driver.

Brandon's curiosity was piqued, yet a casual glance at the young man failed to quell his restlessness.

Within the sea of women, the radiant presence belonged to his cherished son.

Brandon couldn't help but let out a disdainful snort.

Zack seemed content and far from destitute.

In that moment, a shadow fell across Brandon's countenance.

"That's my son."

Elvira's beautiful visage froze in astonishment.