She touched her tender arm and was about to ask Ross to help her retrieve it. She really didn't want to go back inside and see Harold anymore...

‘Suddenly, a long leg stepped out of a black Rolls-Royce.

It wasn't Ross, but it was Waylen.

Under the neon lights, he looked regal and handsome.

Rena was feeling a bit tipsy, and after a moment, she asked coldly, "Why are you here?”