As a trusted confidante, she comprehended the weight Waylen placed on his reputation.

Contrarily, Waylen maintained a remarkable composure.

Devoid of expression, he instructed the driver, "Proceed."

At nine o'clock, the car glided to a gradual halt at the entrance of

Duefron's supreme court. Waylen's opponent had already arrived, their lawyer positioned nearby, brimming with ambition.

As Waylen stepped out of the vehicle, he was met with a bouquet of flowers.

Elvira's countenance rivaled the beauty of the roses. She regarded

Waylen with a bashful gaze.

Since her divorce, Elvira had believed Waylen was her true desire.

She acknowledged the shattered state of his marriage and believed that with tenderness, consideration and generosity, he would return to her sooner or later.

Elvira affectionately expressed, "Waylen, I sincerely hope for your victory today."

Waylen furrowed his brow.

Assisting her with the Lawsuit was merely fulfilling his duty as his family owed hers. Perhaps it was also partly because he was seeking closure with her.

Yet, what was Elvira aiming for now?

Elvira playfully asserted, "Once you win, let us celebrate with champagne. I will be entirely yours.”

The media erupted in a frenzy.

Was this a public declaration of love?

And rumor had it that this Miss Coleman was Mr. Fowler's first Love.

Was Mr. Fowler contemplating marrying another woman? Could she be the one for him?

Anticipation hung in the air as everyone eagerly awaited Waylen's response.

Speaking clearly into the microphone, Waylen uttered, "I am a married man and I refuse to betray my wife. Miss Coleman, I implore you to conduct yourself appropriately."

With those words, he proceeded directly into the courtroom.