Suddenly, Harold seized her hand, refusing to release his grip. With an impassive expression, he stared directly into her eyes and declared, "I can give you whatever he gives you, and even those he can't!"

In that moment, his wounded pride compelled him to rise above Waylen.

He even contemplated the notion that if Rena were to become his mistress, perhaps he would divorce Cecilia in a few years and marry her.

Rena's repulsion was palpable.

In a hushed tone, she warned, “Let go of me or I shall cry out for help! Surely you wouldn't want your engagement to be tarnished, would you?"

Gritting his teeth, Harold reluctantly released his hold on her.

Rena proceeded towards the roadside, successfully hailed a taxi, and swiftly departed.

Helpless, Harold watched her vanishing form and vented his frustration by striking the roof of the car.

In the distance, Waylen, clutching two small boxes, observed the unfolding scene with contemplation.

Immediately after Rena's departure, he recollected that he had left the condoms in his car. Little did he anticipate such a spectacle when he came to retrieve them.

A faint smile graced Waylen's face as he retrieved his phone and dialed

Jazlyn's number.

“Get the Moore Group's audit records from the past few years and have the documents prepared on my desk by tomorrow morning."

Jazlyn was taken aback by the unexpected request.

The Moore Group happened to be the business enterprise owned by the esteemed Moore family.

It was worth pondering whether it was appropriate for Waylen to delve into the affairs of the Moore Group, especially considering his sister's impending marriage into the esteemed family.

Jazlyn surmised that Waylen's motivations stemmed from his concern for

Rena.

Clearly, Waylen was consumed by jealousy!

*

Upon Rena's return, the clock struck half past ten.

Waylen appeared to have concluded his tasks, finding solace near the