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.