Glancing at his wristwatch, Mark remarked, "The timing is rather inconvenient. I have an impending meeting and my driver awaits."

Waylen halted Mark in his tracks, mustering a counterfeit smile, “It won't take much of your time. We can conclude our conversation before you attend your meeting."

Mark's expression soured, his brows knitted together.

As Waylen lowered his head, igniting a cigarette, and with a few puffs, he extinguished it between his fingers, saying nonchalantly, "I wish to discuss Cecilia with you, Mr. Evans."

Mr. Evans?