She entered the elevator, turning back to add, "I won't need the car this morning. You can go back and accompany my mother, buy groceries, and chat with her."

Zack leaned against the elevator frame and smirked mischievously.

"I see through your plan. You want to monopolize me. You want me to bond with your mom first, and then you can have me all to yourself. Miss Gordon, it would be better if you express your love for me sooner. We could have a better relationship."

Rena stepped into the elevator, not swayed by his remarks.

“Go to the psychiatry department and get yourself checked.”

Zack grumbled under his breath, realizing he had been outsmarted.

Nevertheless, he obediently went to the hospital to obtain the necessary paperwork.

“Look, I'm perfectly normal. By the way, I also visited the andrology department. I'm full of energy. Want to take a Look?"

Rena ignored his comment, her attention drawn to the invitation card in front of her.

It was an invitation to Robert's wedding.

It was scheduled on Saturday night.

She hadn't expected to receive an invitation, considering her past conflict with Winnie. Just as she was feeling perplexed, Robert called and explained that it was Roscoe's idea to invite her.

Roscoe wanted to take Vera to the wedding banquet.

Rena's presence would be greatly appreciated, providing Vera with moral support.

After hanging up the phone, Rena sighed and touched her forehead. She felt somewhat helpless but knew it would be inappropriate to refuse Zack, tapping on the desk with discontent, asked, "Your old flame is getting married?"

Rena didn't feel inclined to discuss the matter with Zack and replied coldly, "There's a piano we need to move to headquarters. Go and help with it."

Zack gritted his teeth and retorted, "Miss Gordon, you certainly know how to use people. You've exhausted all my strength... Fine, I'Ul attend your old flame's wedding with you, eat and drink for free. You owe me."

Meanwhile, at Sterling Law Firm, a prominent figure paid a visit.

Brandon from Heron was known as the wealthiest man in the south.

Seated in Waylen's office, Brandon commended him, saying, “Waylen, you've done an excellent job here."

Waylen humbly replied, “Not as good as you, Mr. Carson."

After exchanging a few modest remarks, Brandon revealed his purpose