She then planted ki*ses on his face.
Leaning close to him, she whispered, âWaylen is coming back in.
about two days.
I want you to come and join us for dinner.
Heâs got some projects that would suit you.
Just make sure you behave well, okay?â
Harold nodded in agreement.
Cecilia knew he disliked excessive clinginess, so she spent only half a day with him before reluctantly bidding him farewell.
Sitting in the luxurious black limousine, she couldnât resist reaching out to Waylen.
He had actually turned off his phone for an important meeting, but by chance, he turned it back on just as she called.
He answered it and asked, âCecilia, whatâs up?â
âWaylen, I need your help,â Cecilia softly implored, her slender finger tracing circles in the air.
Waylen loosened his tie and inquired, âWhatâs wrong? Has someone or something been bothering you?â
âHarold was injured! I asked him who did it, but he refused to tell me,â Cecilia confided, mentioning Haroldâs name cautiously.
Upon hearing Haroldâs name, Waylen remained silent since he really didnât care.
Cecilia muttered to herself, âSo much has happened today! You know what? I ran into Tyrone earlier.
He mentioned that Renaâs father committed suicide in the detention center.
Rena is in such a pitiful state.
â
The man froze, his voice barely a whisper as he asked, âWhat did you say?â
Without hesitation, Cecilia repeated, âI said that Tyroneâs girlfriendâs father committed suicide in the detention center.
She is truly pitiable.
â
Waylen fell silent for a long while.
Eventually, he informed Cecilia that he had urgent matters to attend to and that he had to go, leaving Cecilia feeling anxious.
âBut I havenât told you why I called,â she said anxiously.
âWe can discuss it next time,â was his curt response.
Attempting to contact Rena, he found her phone turned off.
He then dialed Hyatt directly, seeking information.
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Hyatt informed him of the situation and offered a knowing smile.
âWaylen, this is the perfect opportunity for you to help her.
â
Waylenâs smile held a tinge of bitterness.
âDonât tease me,â he muttered.
After ending the call, he immediately instructed his secretary Jazlyn to book a flight for that night.
The secretary, surprised by the sudden decision, argued, âBut Mr.
Fowler, donât forget you have the trial tomorrow morning.
â
Hearing this, his realization hit him like a jolt of lightning.
He had been working on this case for an entire month, and its outcome would be revealed on the trial the following day.
He couldnât afford to leave right now.
After pondering for a moment, Waylen wrote a note for his secretary.