There was definitely a trap waiting for Waylen.

Zack aimed to tarnish his reputation.

Donning a sophisticated suit, Waylen stood beneath the glow of a streetlamp, calmly Lighting a cigarette.

He took a leisurely drag on his cigarette and grinned.

"I certainly will!"

Zack reciprocated the smile.

Immediately after getting into the car, Zack swiftly sent a message.

“Take good care of Mr. Fowler."

Waylen lingered by the hotel gate, savoring the final moments of his cigarette.

Then he dialed 911 and reported an unauthorized intrusion into his room.

The police swiftly arrived at the scene.

Upon laying eyes on the strikingly handsome and dignified man, the police officers immediately adopted a more courteous tone.

“Mr.

Fowler," they addressed him.

Waylen extinguished his cigarette, flashing a smile as he gestured.

A group of policemen followed Waylen into the hotel.

The receptionist was filled with fear and had an immediate impulse to dial the main office.

Waylen advanced, reaching out to unplug the phone's wire, effectively cutting off her attempt.

His profound gaze fixated upon her, causing her legs to quiver with weakness.

They then ascended the stairs together.

Accompanying the police was a recording device. Their astonishment was palpable when the door swung open.

Lying on Waylen's hotel bed was a B-list actress, scantily clad.