The other men Laughed in agreement.

But their laughter made Waylen unhappy.

He fell into deep thought, lost in bitterness.

It wasn't that Rena trusted him. He knew that she just didn't care about him.

At the thought of this, he drank a few more glasses of wine.

Experiencing discomfort, he shuffled to the washroom to wash his face slowly. He didn't return to the private room until he was sober.

Just then, there happened to a girl entering the room.

She was a newcomer in a film company. Only twenty one years old, she was young and naive, but she must've had some plastic surgery.

Because she bore an uncanny resemblance to Rena.

Waylen was slightly taken aback at the first sight of her strangely familiar face.

The young girl was sensible, so she didn‘t try to pester him. She just sat next to him and Listened to men's talk.

Those present were all shrewd businessmen.

They all saw through the intention of this newcomer named Ruth Powell.

She was here for Waylen.

So they even encouraged Ruth to get closer to Waylen, teasing them openly.

Waylen ignored their joke.

He lowered his head and lit a cigarette. He smoked slowly, exuding an extremely distinct aura of masculinity.

Right after the dinner, he took his coat and left.

However, as soon as he got in his car, the girl approached and asked softly, "Mr. Fowler, can you give me a ride home?"

There was still half a cigarette clamped between Waylen's lips.

He slowly finished it off before finally replying, “Don't get involved with a married man."

Then he gestured at the chauffeur to drive.