However, he found himself irresistibly drawn towards them. He stood motionless, gracefully plucking a glass of wine from the tray presented by a waiter. A subtle smile danced on the corners of his lips as he turned to Rena and uttered, "Do I possess such charm that makes you keep staring at me?"

Rena had grown accustomed to Waylen's audaciousness.

She turned her head and offered an apologetic smile to Tyrone.

Of course, Tyrone was well aware of the situation. Despite being in

Heron, he remained well-informed.

Rena had returned to Waylen due to the events involving Roscoe and

Vera. Yet, in Tyrone's eyes, Rena and Waylen were no longer the same as before.

With a sarcastic tone, Tyrone jibed, “Waylen, your concern for Rena is overwhelming. Is that why you ventured all the way to Heron? Those who know you might assume you're here to see Rena, while those who don't might find your actions suspicious."

It became a battle of egos between men...

They not only sought to outdo each other in the realm of business but also engaged in verbal sparring, aiming to render each other speechless.

Waylen, being a Lawyer, possessed a silver tongue.

Balancing the wine glass in his hand, Waylen wore a gentle smile and remarked, "I doubt there will be any formidable opponents in Heron.

What do you think, Rena?"

Rena cast a fleeting glance his way, silently signaling him to tread carefully.

Leaning closer to her ear, Waylen inquired, “Are you concerned about him?"

In a hushed tone, Rena responded, “Waylen, are you intentionally provoking me? I simply ran into him at the banquet and did nothing more. There's no need for you to behave this way.”

“I'm consumed by jealousy," Waylen confessed candidly, his eyes burning with intensity as he locked his gaze with hers.

Overwhelmed by the prying eyes of onlookers, Rena's cheeks flushed a subtle shade of crimson.

The smile on Tyrone’s face gradually faded...

Standing by Tyrone's side, Zack held a wine glass and commented in a soft voice, "You see, no one can surpass Waylen in shamelessness."

Tyrone slowly savored the wine in his glass.

The potent liquor slid down his throat and settled in his core, causing a discomfort that somehow mirrored his mood.