Taking a seat, Rena was handed an elegantly designed invitation.

“Saturday night, the banquet hall on the second floor of the Cloude

Hotel."

Examining the invitation with care, Rena's eyes shimmered with anticipation.

Vera cleared her throat before inquiring, “Did Mr. Fowler agree? Once you successfully seduce him, he will be willing to do anything for you."

Rena's mind couldn't help but wander back to their passionate encounters of the night before.

Although they hadn't yet crossed the threshold of physical intimacy, she could sense Waylen's prowess in the art of seduction.

A rosy blush crept across her cheeks as she conservatively replied, "He will accompany me."

A wave of relief washed over Vera's face.

Playfully nudging Rena, she added, "See? I told you, as long as you make him comfortable, he'll be more than willing to assist you."

Rena nearly choked on her coffee at Vera's words.

Patting her back, Vera chuckled.

“You should know that Harold initially had no intention of attending. But when he discovered that you would be there, he had a change of heart and added a hefty sum for the catering."

Lowering her gaze, Rena smiled faintly.

“He didn't have to do that."

Observing Rena closely, Vera grinned.

"You're remarkably composed when it comes to Harold now. It seems you've grown indifferent towards him.

It's evident that your heart now belongs to Mr. Fowler."

Rena shook her head gently, dispelling Vera's assumptions.

"I'm just

Living in the moment with Waylen. Marriage is not something we're considering.”

Before Vera could offer further reassurance, a group of fashionable women emerged from the opposite elevator, catching their attention.