Wearing a covetous expression, he continued, "Leonel is rising in prominence. I don't anticipate him proudly acknowledging me as his father. However, ponder this. The illustrious Leonel has a destitute father. If word gets out, it could tarnish his reputation. Isn't preserving the Fowler family's business reputation paramount?"

Having said his piece, Kenneth chuckled.

Alexis glanced downward, kicking a stone. “Alright. You better bring down Leonel swiftly. If you dawdle, I'll hold you in contempt."

Kenneth was taken aback.

He hadn't anticipated Alexis' indifference.

Alexis opened the car door and swiftly got in. Kenneth attempted to intercept her, but her vehicle sped away abruptly, narrowly avoiding a collision.

He glared at the departing car, cursing vehemently.

"Damn it! How conceited she is! Wealthy, big deal."

In that moment, a young woman approached in a wheelchair, addressing him softly, “Mr. Douglas.”

Kenneth scrutinized the woman attentively.

She was well-dressed, exuding an air of affluence. Observing this, Kenneth rubbed his hands together and inquired, “You're acquainted with Leonel?"

The woman was none other than Serenity.

Gazing at Kenneth, Serenity replied gently, "I've known Leonel for quite some time. If you're willing, I'd like to treat you to dinner."

Kenneth, too, was a womanizer.

It was evident to him that this woman harbored affection for his son.

Despite Serenity being physically challenged and not as visually striking as Alexis, she demonstrated a certain deference toward him.

Moreover, Kenneth could only reap benefits if Serenity was genuinely enamored with Leonel.

Kenneth found himself with no alternative. Discarding any pretense of propriety, he bluntly inquired, “How much are you willing to offer me?"

Serenity extracted a check of $100 thousand from her purse.

"Take this sum and use it as you wish."