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Chapter 4
The receptionist checked and said, “Half a month from now.”
Rena’s heart sank to her stomach.
Just then, the elevator doors slid open and a man and a woman walked out.
The man was Waylen!Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
He was dressed in a custom black suit, looking like the top 1% of society.
The woman, on the other hand, was unknown to Rena. She looked about thirty years old and was extremely ***y.
Waylen’s eyes met Rena’s, but he acted as though he didn’t know her and escorted the client to the door.
He shook hands with the woman and said goodbye.
The woman said coquettishly, “If it weren’t for you, Mr. Fowler, I wouldn’t have gotten a cent out of my ex-husband! You have no idea how stingy he was with me after he got his mistress…”
Waylen smiled faintly. “All part of the job.”
The woman then looked him up and down and asked, “Mr. Fowler, would you like to join me for a drink tonight?”
Rena looked at the beautiful woman and thought that no ordinary man could refuse her.
But Waylen was no ordinary man.
He glanced at his wristwatch and politely refused. “I’m afraid I have an appointment tonight.”
The woman wasn’t an idiot. She knew that he wasn’t interested in her and was just polite enough not to say it outright.
She said goodbye to him, got in the car, and left.
Now that the woman was gone, Waylen went straight to the front desk and asked Rena, “Have you changed your mind?”
Rena visibly stiffened.
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She awkwardly held up a paper bag and explained, “I came to return your coat.”
Waylen nodded and took the paper bag.
“Thank you.” Then without saying anything more, he walked straight towards the elevator.
Rena snapped out of her trance and hurried to catch up with him. “Mr. Fowler, there’s something I…”
The elevator doors slid open as soon as Waylen pressed the button. Without hesitation, Rena followed him in.
Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes at her inquisitively.
Then he smoothed his shirt and said indifferently, “I’m not taking your case.”