"What's up, Bowie?"
"Not much," Bowie replied on the other end. "Kenny, Ben, and I are having dinner outside and thought
of inviting you along."
"I'll pass," Waylon glanced at Doris and continued, "I'm already out."
There was a momentary pause from Bowie's end, followed by a question. "Waylon, who are you with?"
"Do I need to report to you?" Waylon retorted.
"No, not really," Bowie chuckled. "I know it's not Emma or Abel, but I could tell from the background
noise that you're in a square or something. It sounds a bit chaotic."
"Why don't you join the Adelmar Private Investigators?" Waylon sneered. "Otherwise, your talents
would go to waste."
"If you don't want to say it, it's fine," Bowie said on the other end. "But I could sense a different vibe
coming from your end."
"What kind of vibe?" Waylon scoffed. "Are you a bloodhound? Can you sniff out everything from the
heavens to the earth?"
"Well, you see," Bowie chuckled softly, "I sensed the presence of a woman where you are."
Waylon froze this time, feeling guilty, and quickly glanced at Doris.
"Oh, come on," he said to Bowie, "forget about it. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. Enjoy your
dinner with the guys."
Before Bowie could respond, Waylon ended the call.
His heart skipped a few beats.
He didn't return to the barbecue table. Instead, he turned towards the kitchen, scanned the QR code to
pay the bill, and settled it first.
With a calm mind, he turned back and walked towards the dining table.
As he looked up, he suddenly noticed someone sitting next to Doris.
Waylon squinted his eyes, examining the figure. It was an elderly man.
Furrowing his brows, Waylon quickened his pace and strode over.
"Miss, your heavenly countenance tells me you are a person of great wealth and fortune," the old man
said to Doris. "I, as a face reader, don't approach those with no connection. Your appearance exudes
the aura of a once-in-a-century beauty, and I was drawn to your purple aura from afar..."
He rambled on, trying to persuade Doris to let him offer his services. However, Waylon abruptly
reached out and grabbed the old man's arm.
The old man was no pushover and swiftly dodged out of the way.
Waylon made another grab.
Doris stood up abruptly and exclaimed, "Mr. Adelmar, what are you doing?"
The old man, upon hearing Doris' words, turned to look at Waylon, gasped in surprise, and swiftly
turned to run.
Waylon shouted, "It's you!"
He wasn't sure if this old man was Trevor Ywain or not.
When Ywain left Adelmar Island secretly, Waylon was only a teenager and couldn't be certain.
But now, seeing the old man run away, Waylon was convinced it was him.
Trevor never expected to encounter Waylon here.
He was utterly astonished!
Though it had been over a decade since they last met, Waylon's extraordinary looks were unmatched.
Combined with Doris' address of "Mr. Adelmar," he knew for sure. Damn, was it him?
If not now, then when should he take action?
Oh, no!
Trevor dashed away, his mind filled with regret. Why did he have to be so impulsive? Just trying to do
some business to fill his stomach, and he runs into Mr. Waylon?
What terrible luck!
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