Mark muttered under his breath, labeling Waylen with a few choice words.
He was still miffed that, because of a mere disagreement over stock in a project, Waylen had resorted to such tactics.
From Ceciliaâs viewpoint, Waylenâs decision to take time off for the kids was commendable.
Mark, feeling vexed, tossed and turned.
It became clear to him why, despite everything, Waylen had won over Rena.
In Markâs view, Waylen had quite the audacity.
Grabbing his phone, he hastily dialed Peter.
âCheck the contract with Exceed Group,â Mark instructed.
âWaylen might have reservations.
Rework it; perhaps sweeten the deal for him.
With his frustration peaking, Mark flung his phone aside, musing about Waylenâs cunning moves.
Later, Cecilia arrived at the lavish residence of Waylen and Rena.
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Upon opening her car door, the haunting melody of a piano met her ears.
Alexis was the one playing.
Edwin hopped from the car, greeted by Leonel near the entrance.
Both boys shared a mutual love for many things.
Cecilia, with Olivia in tow, walked towards the grand hall.
Alexis, engrossed in a piano piece, had Rena providing guidance from beside her.
When Olivia caught Alexisâ attention, the lure to play was unmistakable;
Olivia was far more entertaining than Elva, in Alexisâ eyes.
However, Waylen, Alexisâ dad, was busy with his laptop, exuding an aura of acute alertness from the couch.
Elsewhere in the room, Marcus was engrossed in block-building with Elva.
Their tower was precarious, and with Oliviaâs approach, it collapsed.
Without a hint of irritation, Marcus just adjusted Oliviaâs position and started anew.
Elva, meanwhile, was busy weaving braids into Oliviaâs hair.