"Was this all part of your plan?”

This scene reminded Waylen of that one night many years ago, when he went to propose to

Elvira, only to find her in bed with a fitness coach. The floor was littered with condoms they had used... The memory made Waylen's stomach churn.

Rena didn't reply right away. Instead, she took her sweet time, stirring her coffee elegantly.

“Yes, Waylen. This was my plan.

Mavis didn't want to take your money, but she was willing to sleep with Joseph without so much as batting her eyelashes. Her price is twenty thousand dollars for two hours. She relies on her pretty looks, just like Elvira.

When she comes back to you in the future, she'll still look pure and innocent, because you don't know anything.”

Waylen's expression darkened.

Truth be told, he didn't give a damn who Mavis slept with. What he did care about was the fact that Rena had trampled his ego at this moment.

In a low, icy-cold voice, he muttered, "| underestimated you, Rena.”

Rena, however, remained unfazed.

"| have a video of Joseph and Mavis together in bed.

Wanna see?"

Waylen gritted his teeth. The woman sitting across him was so hateful! ©

Without responding, he suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her to the parking lot.

Coincidentally, they ran into Mavis.

Mavis looked horrified to see them. Panic-stricken, she burst into tears and cried, "Mr. Fowler, it's not what you think."

But Waylen didn't so much as look at Mavis...

He was busy dragging Rena into his car.

He trapped her in the backseat of his car, hiking her wool skirt up to her waist. He caressed her exposed thigh and hissed, "Mrs. Fowler, how vicious can you be?"

He couldn't believe her audacity.

Rena was the one who asked him out for coffee. She had raised his hopes, making him think that she wanted to start over with him, but unexpectedly, she dealt a deadly blow.