Harold was about to refuse, but when he suddenly remembered that Waylen was sleeping with Rena now, a thought occurred to him. If he asked

Waylen to bail him out now, Waylen would be forced to Leave Rena!

Harold exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Yes!"

The chief shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Mr. Moore, as the future son-in-law of the Fowler family, you should be more careful about your reputation. You won't be forgiven every time you make a mistake, you know."

His reputation?

Harold fell into deep thought.

He had always wanted power, and now, he was so close to getting it. Why did he lose his mind whenever it came to Rena? He even came so close to giving up everything for her

But the alcohol still had a hold on him, so he wasn't thinking straight.

He took another deep drag and said decisively, “Call Waylen!"

Only then did the rich man realize who Harold was.

"Fuck you! Are you insane? You already have such a beautiful fiancee, yet here you are, going crazy over some escort. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Harold fell silent.

Because he didn't know the answer to that question either.

Waylen had just finished having fun with Rena in bed when he received the call from the police chief.

Rena was exhausted, but Waylen was not. He still wrapped his arms around her waist and teased her with his Lips.

Rena couldn't stand it. She bit her Lip and grumbled, "Enough, Waylen!

I need to take a bath.”

Only then did Waylen finally stop.

“Let me run the bath for you," he whispered in her ear.

Looking at her cheeks turn red as tomatoes, Waylen found her so cute that he couldn't help but kiss her earlobe