As if in a daze, Rena threw off her blanket and hurriedly left her room. The events of Last night flashed before her eyes.

In the hushed tranquility of the Living room, Eloise was busy with her culinary pursuits.

The aroma of fresh dumplings filled the air as Rena's footsteps echoed softly. Eloise's voice was warm, a stark contrast to Rena's turbulent thoughts.

"Rena, breakfast is on the table. Finish up and get ready for school.”

Rena lingered at the kitchen doorway, her fingers nervously tangling in her unruly brown hair.

She took a deep breath, her voice a soft murmur.

"Eloise, the man who came to the house Last night... He's not my boyfriend.”

Eloise's response was a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement .

Rena's words were met with skepticism because Waylen had played chess with Darren until one o'clock in the morning, which made Eloise believe that Waylen was indeed Rena's boyfriend.

Rena couldn't explain it clearly.

With a resigned sigh, she gathered her resolve, freshened up, and collected her breakfast. Her steps echoed on the stairs as she descended, her thoughts racing. Then she heard Eloise sighing behind her, "Waylen is nice. I think he's better than Harold."

Vera, her ever-faithful friend, was tasked with a new mission which was to gather information about Waylen’s law office. Rena's determination burned brightly as she set her sights on the truth.

The clock's hands crept toward half-past nine, and Rena found herself standing before the grand entrance of the Sterling Law Firm.

The building exuded an air of significance, its towering presence a testament to the success held within its walls.

A poised and professional receptionist greeted Rena, her sweet voice a soothing balm to her nerves.

"Miss, what can I do for you?"

Rena's fingers worriedly toyed with her bag strap as she made her request.

"I would Like to meet Mr. Waylen Fowler."

A soft smile graced the receptionist's lips as she dialed an internal number.

“Jazlyn, there's a lady here to see Mr. Fowler... Is he available?"

The response was swift, a silent conversation that Rena couldn't decipher.

Her anticipation grew as the receptionist's gaze met hers once more, her words carrying a note of eagerness as she said, "Miss Gordon, please follow me. Mr. Fowler is expecting you.”