The door was closed behind her.

His heart, which had been somewhat triumphant just now, slowly sank to the pit of his stomach as he stared at the closed door.

Early the following morning.

The movers arrived on the dot, coming in and out of the house like ants.

As soon as Waylen went downstairs, he saw this chaotic scene.

Coincidentally, Rena was also in the hall.

She said to Waylen calmly, "It might take a few days for the movers to transfer all of my things out of the villa. By the way, the piano—I want it.”

Waylen's throat tightened as he looked at her calm face. However, he managed to croak, "Whatever."

Rena nodded at him and then went out to the car that was waiting for her.

Waylen didn't go to the office. In fact, he didn't budge until the movers had emptied out all

Rena's things...

All her stuff was gone.

Everything that belonged to Rena was removed from her newly renovated bedroom.

Waylen slowly sank into the bare mattress.

He was in a crappy mood and smoked a cigarette in silence.

Rena was so cruel! How could she move out just like that?

Just then, an old servant knocked on the door and said carefully, "Mr. Fowler, the movers left behind a small box. Please check if it belongs to Mrs. Fowler. It looks valuable."

Waylen stretched out his hand and said briskly, "Give it to me.”

The servant obediently handed the box to him.

Waylen held the cigarette in one hand, the box in the other.

He could tell that it had been specially packed, so it must've been something precious to Rena.

Maybe it was a piece of jewelry worth hundreds of millions dollars.