Aware of Waylen and Rena's history, Joe had been respectful towards Rena even though he had no intention of cooperating with her

As they settled down, Waylen wasted no time getting to the point.

“I need a favor regarding Rena's project. Can you help me, Mr Lockhart?"

Joe, holding a wine glass, found the situation amusing.

Chuckling, he responded, “Waylen, you've never been one to act impulsively, have you? Let me guess... You're still not over your old flame, and now you want me to assist her?"

Pausing for a moment, Joe continued, "Now that you've brought it up,

I‘1Ll be honest with you. I have a high opinion of Miss Gordon. She's talented and possesses a good character. However, I have reservations about Zack. He's overly reckless, always throwing parties with a wild crowd. It lacks decency."

Joe motioned for Waylen to drink, his words lingering in the air

Waylen obliged, downing a strong alcoholic beverage in a single gulp.

With a smile, he responded, "Zack may be young and enjoy a wild lifestyle, but he's also a successful race car driver. He's won the Formula 4 championship two years in a row. Although he might not excel in other ventures, he knows how to thrive in this field. Furthermore,

I'm familiar with the customer base of the music studio. It consists of high-end individuals, making it an ideal opportunity to target the mid-range and Luxury car market."

Despite his initial hesitation, Joe's concerns were assuaged by Waylen's confidence.

Waylen smiled and said, "How about this, Mr. Lockhart, just do it boldly. If you have any loss, I will bear it alone. In addition, I will help you with the Legal affairs of your company without charge Joe finally felt relieved.

Pouring another glass of wine for Waylen, he teasingly remarked, “Well, it seems I can't deny you this favor. But I must say, your deep affection for Miss Gordon is quite unexpected. I never imagined you as the lovesick type. This contradicts the arrogant image you portrayed before."

Waylen smiled wryly, acknowledging Joe's observation.

Downing the wine in one gulp, he demonstrated his respect for Joe.

Glancing at the now-empty glass, Waylen murmured in a daze, “I caused her so much sadness. Guess it serves me right... By the way, Mr.

Lockhart... Please don't tell her about our conversation."

Joe smiled, encouraging Waylen to drink more.

It had been a long time since Waylen had consumed so much alcohol.

Unsteadily, he walked out of the club and leaned against the back seat of his car.

The driver's voice, soft and comforting, broke the silence.