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    He rose from his seat and walked towards the table, gently cing his hand upon his son''s shoulder as he uttered, "You mischievous little scamp, you truly are something."


    Zack made no attempt to hide his affections.


    He stood up and yfully held Rena''s hand, greeting his father, "Dad, you''re here too."


    Brandon couldn''t help but let his thoughts wander. He chuckled and remarked, "Your new girlfriend, perhaps?"


    Rena recognized the middle-aged man before her and hastened to rify, "I''m not... I...”.


    Zack replied earnestly, "Dad, she''s my boss. When I was living on the streets, she provided me with sustenance and even offered me employment. Now, I reside in her abode. She has shown immense kindness to me."


    Brandon shifted his gaze back to Rena.


    She possessed both beauty and integrity.


    Moved by his son''s attachment to Rena, Brandon astutely made his way back to the main table, bringing Rena along with them.


    Being a discerning man, Brandon was well aware of his son''s desire to be close to Rena.


    With utmost justification, Brandon asserted, "Miss Gordon is Zack''s employer. Hence, she is more than qualified to join us.


    Amidst the scrutinizing gazes of onlookers, Rena found herself seated amongst those billionaires.


    The waiter promptly arranged for two additional chairs, conveniently ced next to Waylen. However, Rena had no intention of upying that seat. Instead, she sat serenely beside Korbyn.


    Waylen arched an eyebrow, attempting to flirt with her.


    Zack settled into his seat and whispered, "Waylen, are you feeling jealous? Your jealousy will only continue to intensify in the future."


    A mischievous smile graced Waylen''s lips.


    Brandon held Rena in high regard and engaged in conversation with her, exhibiting great respect. Eventually, he broached the subject of having her guide his son. However, Rena was now well aware of Zack''s true identity, rendering her hesitant toply with Brandon''s request.


    With a gentle smile, Brandon poured Rena a ss of juice. Kindly, he remarked, "I''ve heard that Miss Gordon''s music studio has recentlymenced operations and there are still numerous areas that require fine-tuning. It''s no easy task for a young woman to embark on an entrepreneurial journey. How about I invest 20 million dors in the venture? Consider it as my way of paying for my son''s education."


    He had bestowed upon her a considerable sum...


    Rena''s smile radiated gratitude. "Thank you for the generosity then, Mr. Carson."


    She poured herself half a ss of wine and raised a toast to Brandon. Although it was ostensibly a business matter, Brandon attached greater significance to it.