Yet the affection in Waylen's eyes when speaking of the girl was convincing.

After a prolonged deliberation, the young man accepted the check, albeit with uncertainty.

"Is this really alright?"

"I promise!" Waylen affirmed.

Subsequently, the young man contacted Aline.

Stammering, he consented.

"I agree with your terms. Are you genuinely offering me a hundred thousand?"

On the other end, Aline's laughter dripped with cynicism.

How could a man of his meager means resist the allure of money?

She promptly returned to his rented house.

After the young man received the money, they struck a deal.

Anxious, she tried to coerce him with sexual advances.

However, the young man gripped his shirt tightly, flushing.

“I can't do that. I've vowed to reserve such intimacy for my future wife."

Aline's plan had backfired.

Late into the night, she left the shabby rental house in her heels and hailed a taxi.

Once the car had departed, a slender figure emerged from behind a tree. It was Waylen.

His expression remained indifferent as he stared after the receding vehicle.

Waylen steered his car back to his apartment, his heart racing with concern.

Determined, he swung open one door after another, his voice echoing through the space.

"Rena!"

However, his apartment echoed with emptiness, and a sense of worry began to take hold.