"Yes, | was a troubled soul. But is that my fault? | was sold to the mountains. Do you know who my first man was? It was the old man who raised me... Now | finally had a chance to change my fate.

But you ruined everything.”

With a faint smile, Rena retorted, "Does your idea of changing fate involve using your looks to entice Waylen, wreck his marriage and become his mistress, and eventually his wife?"

Rena had no sympathy for Mavis.

Both Mavis and Elvira shared the same self-centered nature.

They only cared about themselves and didn't hesitate to harm others.

With tears glistening in her eyes, Mavis forced a smile and admitted, “If | hadn't taken that 200 thousand dollars, Waylen might have softened towards me sooner or later. But you, you're so ruthless. If Joseph hadn't seduced me, how could | have easily... hooked up with him?"

Mavis had hoped to win over Joseph.

After all, the man was young and wealthy.

Rena turned off the tap, her smile enigmatic.

"Do you perceive yourself as pure and untainted? You're absolutely right. | did it on purpose.

My loathing for you and your sister has endured a lifetime."

Rena had no desire to argue with Mavis any further and decided to leave the bathroom.

Outside, Waylen stood against the wall, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

The light gracefully illuminated his handsome face, lending him an air of nobility and allure, yet his expression remained stoic.

Rena paused for a moment, surprised to find him there. She contemplated saying something but eventually kept silent and departed.

Mavis hurried after Rena.

When she saw Waylen, she was momentarily stunned.

"Mr. Fowler...”

Waylen calmly finished his cigarette.

In a cold and indifferent tone, he said, "If you encounter Rena again in the future, steer clear. Otherwise, | can't guarantee what will happen to you...”

Mavis was taken aback.