Waylon Lewis bent down and gently kissed her between her brows, "Honestly, it's me, Waylon Lewis, who doesn't deserve you, Hope Williams. I'm very grateful, grateful that you chose me."
Hope Williams smiled, "We should be grateful that neither of us missed out on the other."
Waylon Lewis chuckled lowly and pulled her into his arms.
"So to what extent has this rumor now spread within the company?"
"It's being handled."
Waylon Lewis had just finished speaking when his cell phone rang, and without avoiding Hope Williams, he answered the call.
"Boss, the person spreading the rumors has been found. Everything she knows was told to her by a servant from the old residence."
"Find out everything about that servant."
"Yes, Boss."
"Should we detain the servant first?"
"Not yet," Waylon Lewis said heavily, "Don't alert the snake by hitting the grass."
No servant would have the guts to spread rumors without someone backing them.
"Yes Boss, I understand."