Chapter 68 Diego's Revenge

Weston pressed the button for his law firm's floor and turned to glance at the teenager beside him.

The boy had a lunchbox in one hand and was scrolling through his phone with the other, showing no intention of pressing a floor button.

It was Sunday, and the other companies in the building were closed. Judging by his laid-back demeanor, the boy was probably a relative of the client.

"Are you Trent