Cecilia followed him immediately.

Tyrone, on the other hand, lingered and coughed awkwardly.

“Thanks,

Waylen. I have to treat you to dinner sometime."

Then he was about to leave with Rena.

But Waylen stopped them.

"Tyrone, you go ahead. I have to talk with Miss Gordon in private."

Tyrone didn't dare to disobey Waylen.

Although the two men were about the same age, Waylen had done a good job at accelerating his career and was much more powerful than Tyrone.

So Tyrone just winked at Rena and said, “I'll wait for you in the car."

Rena forced a smile, which disappeared as soon as Tyrone left.

The officers in the room were quite sensible and excused themselves.

"You heard the man, Mr. Fowler wants to speak with this lady in private. Let's go."

The speechless Rena watched them walk out.

Now, it was just her and Waylen left. Waylen lowered his head and tinkered with the cigarette between his fingers. His fingers were slender, and his simple movements somehow added to his charm.

After a while, he looked up at her and said meaningfully, "Miss Gordon, you are really something.”

Rena didn't know what to say.

Her first instinct was to defend herself.

“What happened today has—"

“You want to say it has nothing to do with you?" Waylen cut her off with a mocking smile.

"Can't you guess why they fought?"

ALL the color drained from Rena's face.