“But I don't like her. Ever since Fred went to jail, my wealth has taken a nosedive. How can I not despise her?"

Aline clenched her teeth, vowing, "One day, I'll outdo her.”

Harold had endured much.

He had experienced the might of the Fowler family and Mark. Even when Rena took charge of the Exceed Group, he had suffered setbacks because of her. He never believed that Aline could match Rena.

But there was Ruth...

Harold feared that Ruth might harm Rena.

With her hands holding his handsome face, Aline spoke with a hint of tremor in her voice.

"Harold, if you sleep with me, I promise I won't let Ruth get close to Waylen.”

Harold was no saint.

But he didn't mind sleeping with Aline.

Harold could sleep with anyone, including Aline.

He had come to the hotel today almost solely to sleep with her. He realized that he, a despicable person, was a perfect fit for Aline There was no need to hide anything from her, and he could unleash his anger without the slightest trace of shame.

A few hours of passionate lovemaking compensated for the void in Harold's heart.

As night fell, Harold rested against the sofa, smoking. With Aline's arms wrapped around his waist, she murmured softly, “Don't leave tonight."

However, Harold gently pushed Aline away and began to dress.

He had only come here for sex.

Staying the entire night cuddling would be ludicrous...

After he left, Aline fumed and threw the pillow away.

Outside the hotel, Harold sat in his car.

His body was satisfied, but his heart remained empty. He would never obtain what he truly desired.

Rena. Rena.

He drove his black sports car, feeling absent-minded.