“Mr.

Fowler, there's something I..."

The elevator doors slid open as soon as Waylen pressed the button.

Without hesitation, Rena followed him in.

Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes at her inquisitively.

Then he smoothed his shirt and said indifferently, “I'm not taking your case."

Rena fell silent.

It seemed that Waylen already knew about the matter regarding her father!

She lowered her head and asked softly, “Did Harold ask you not to take my case?"

Waylen looked at her in the mirror-like wall and smiled.

“No. I just don't Like mixing my private affairs with work.”

Rena understood what he meant. If she wanted to sleep with him, he was more than willing. But if she came to him for anything related to work, she could just forget about it.

Her ears turned red from embarrassment.

But once again, Waylen didn't force her to do anything.

Although she was beautiful, it wasn't enough for him to sacrifice his principles. Besides, he wasn't interested in sleeping around in the daytime.

Soon, the elevator stopped at the twenty-eighth floor.

Waylen's secretary was waiting at the elevator door. She was surprised to see Rena with him, but because of her years of working for this man, she knew better than to say anything.

"Mr. Fowler, your client has arrived," she said politely.

Waylen tossed the paper bag to his secretary and said, "Send it to the dry cleaners."

The secretary nodded and left.

Waylen lowered his head and started tinkering with his phone. Without looking up, he said to Rena, "Find another lawyer. And you shouldn't sell your body for favors. It's distasteful.”

Then he walked out of the elevator just before the doors slid to a close.