Waylen puffed out a smoke ring and slowly turned his head to look at Aline. His glance was enough to make a woman have the desire to approach him.

Aline pleaded pitifully, “Help me."

Smiling faintly, Waylen said in an icy-cold voice, "Mrs. Hanson, what happened to your husband was all orchestrated by me. What makes you think I'll spare him? Oh, and you should know that I'm nothing like Harold. I'd never accept a disgusting woman like you."

As he spoke, he looked at Aline with disgust.

Then he stubbed out his cigarette and turned his attention to the security guards.

“Why the hell are you still standing here? Get her out of my sight!"

Aline was stunned.

Waylen started his car once more. As he was driving past Aline, he suddenly stopped.

His side profile was good-looking, but his words were cold and ruthless.

"Mrs. Handson, I care about Rena very much. If you dare to make her unhappy, I don't mind destroying the person you care about most.”

Aline's blood froze. The person she cared about most was...

Harold.

She both loved and hated him. Waylen figured that Aline couldn't bear to see Harold suffer.

The next moment, the car window was rolled up.

The golden Bentley Continental GT slowly pulled into the villa.

Aline was so angry that she screamed.

She was the one with the bad luck. Why was everyone on Rena's side?

Waylen parked the car, ignoring Aline's scream.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Waylen smoked quietly.

He thought about what Aline had just said when she cursed Rena.

“Just maintain your marriage like this, Rena! You are no longer able to enjoy the sexual pleasure! Maybe if you choose to sleep with Harold, you'll feel better than doing it with Waylen, huh?"

Waylen shouldn't have cared about anything that came out of Aline's mouth, but he couldn't help but feel bothered.