In the dim light, Rena leaned against the head of the bed, Looking a Little weak.

Waylen gently caressed her head and comforted her in a low voice.

"I'm calling to have someone check the surveillance video now. Take it easy, okay?"

He urged her to rest and went to the study by himself.

In about half an hour, Waylen obtained the surveillance video of the hotel's parking lot through his connections. After carefully examining it multiple times, he found that the woman in the red sports car was not Aline.

Waylen examined the video of that period several times.

Satisfied, he expressed his gratitude to Mr. Winston and promised to treat him to dinner next time.

The man politely responded in return.

Back in the bedroom, Waylen found Rena was still awake. He touched her head and said, “I've checked it. It was not Aline! Their style of clothing was only somewhat similar."

Rena pressed her face against his palm and smiled, realizing that she might have been too nervous.

She fell asleep Later that night, but her slumber was interrupted by a nightmare about Harold.

In her dream, the road was shrouded in gloomy light, and Harold's car was crushed by a truck. Rena saw him trapped in the wreckage, bloodied and holding an emerald necklace tightly in his hand.

It emitted a faint green Light in the darkness.

Approaching him slowly, Rena was dressed in white silk pajamas that contrasted sharply with the blood on Harold's body.

He looked up at her quietly, reaching out his hand, and called, “Rena!”

Squatting down, Rena touched his still-warm body as her fingers trembled.

“I'LL call an ambulance for you!"

She heard her flustered voice.

But Harold, brimming with sorrow, told her, “It's too late, Rena! It's too late."

Rena desperately grabbed his hand, torn between hating him and not wanting him to die.

She tried to drag him out of the car, but her efforts were in vain.

Tearfully, she said, “Harold, hold on. I'll take you away from here..."