A girl stood before his car with a swollen face, her body covered in blood, and several bruises marring her exposed skin. Evidently, she had been beaten severely.

With quivering lips, Mavis implored, "Mr. Fowler, please help me plead with Mrs. Fowler to spare me. | only intended to keep the child company yesterday. | truly didn't mean any harm. | had no idea she was unwell."

Waylen swung open the car door and tossed in his briefcase.

‘As he looked at Mavis, he lit a cigarette and inquired, "Why did you go to the kindergarten to find my daughter?”

Mavis trembled visibly.

After a moment, she spoke up in a hushed voice.

"Mr. Fowler, you escorted me back that night. You treated me differently, didn't you? | know you find my face striking. It resembles my sister's...”

Waylen exhaled a smoke ring slowly.

He glanced at Mavis, his tone frosty as he said, “Perhaps this face indeed triggered some memories but they aren't pleasant ones. And why did you think you could disturb Alexis?”

Thus, despite Mavis being beaten, Waylen didn't feel any sympathy for her.

He wasn't reckless but he had a talent for charming women. ©

That night in the car, she made advances towards him...

He didn't reciprocate.

He believed a sensible girl would understand that they couldn't be together.

Mavis’ face grew paler and her injured body trembled.

Now, she felt desperate.

The school expelled her and her landlord was taking back the apartment. Soon, she'd have nowhere to go but the streets. She confided in Waylen about her predicament, hoping he'd be concerned for her.

Waylen flicked his cigarette.

He said casually, “If you're willing to leave Duefron, Jazlyn will get you a check for 200, 000 dollars.”

Mavis’ face turned even paler. This outcome wasn't what she had desired.

She wanted to be his woman.

She wanted to eventually become Mrs. Fowler.