Rena fixed her gaze on Albert.
After a pause, she reached into her bag and placed a check in front of him.
“Thank you for your efforts, Mr. Waston. I’ll give you the rest of the money when it’s finished.”
Albert examined the check; it was for 20 million.
He smiled faintly.
“Mrs. Fowler, you’re remarkably generous.”
Rena stood up.
She gently draped her Dior shawl around her shoulders and spoke in a composed tone.
“I won’t need to pay anything more if I can resolve it with money.”
Then she gracefully departed from the banquet hall. Albert took the check and moistened his lips.
What an astute woman. She could discern his interest in her yet displayed no hint of delight or resistance.
She was indeed extraordinary. Albert decided to follow Rena.
At the entrance of the five-star hotel, a black limousine was already waiting. Accompanied by her assistant, Rena emerged from the lobby.
The car door was opened. Waylen stepped out of the vehicle and embraced his wife, speaking tenderly.
“Get in, my love.”
Rena smiled warmly at Waylen.
Ever since she discovered that he had regained his memory, her eyes had been brimming with even more tenderness,
Waylen was both elated and envious.
He closed the car door behind her and was about to turn to the other side when he noticed a figure standing in the doorway.
Waylen recognized the man.
The man was Albert Waston, the illegitimate son of a tycoon in Heron, who led a dissolute life.
The tycoon’s eldest son had perished in a car accident.
Therefore, Albert was the sole heir, but he still shunned taking over the family business,
The two men’s eyes locked, Albert grinned, extracted the check, and planted a kiss on it, Waylen curled his lip in a contemptuous smile.