Rena, stretching her legs, walked over to him and thanked him for the message.

It was Vera who called Rena.

Vera had heard some intriguing gossip from unknown sources and invited her friend for a small gathering.

Rena was feeling a bit lethargic.

Vera leaned on Roscoe's shoulder, gently caressed his prominent nose, and inquired, "Just some old friends. You're the most well-off among us right now, with a couple hundred billion dollars, a son, and a daughter... Just come along. There's even a mysterious special guest."

Rena was amused.

"Who is it? Who's so important?" ©

Vera playfully refused to divulge any details.

Rena wiped her sweat with a towel and said, “Alright, I'll come. Is it the same club as before?”

Vera affirmed with wit, adding in a hushed tone, "Dress up nicely. It's going to be worth it.”

Rena couldn't help but laugh.

After so many years, Rena cherished having a friend like Vera by her side.

Ending the call with a cheerful mood, Rena's expression changed when she noticed Waylen's darkened face.

Though he couldn't hear the conversation clearly, he understood that it was a social event.

Leaning against the treadmill, he said unhappily, "You weren't free to attend the concert with me, but now Vera asks you to have fun, and you're available? I'm going with you.”

Continuing her running, Rena replied lightly, "Vera didn't invite you."

"You can take me there.”

Rena simply smiled, making her intentions clear.

Waylen stared at her for a few seconds, his emotions swirling within.

Then he turned around and left, his temper evident.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Rena was ready to head out.

Unexpectedly, Waylen suddenly swung open the bedroom door and fixed his gaze upon her.