Raising her chin slightly, Aline waited patiently.

The lights dimmed, and then someone in white walked to the piano and sat down.

Applause broke out.

Aline also applauded and smiled. She even smiled. Before long, those immaculate white clothes would be covered in blood. And no one would suspect that she orchestrated the whole thing.

The performance started, but the song wasn't the one Rena was set to play.

It was Moonlight Lover.

The lights brightened slowly, and everyone was stunned when they saw clearly the person onstage.

It wasn't Rena. It was Waylen.

Looking noble and elegant in his all-white suit, he sat under the big crystal chandelier and played the piano. Nobody knew that Waylen could play the piano so well.

Everyone was just mesmerized and didn't care that it wasn't Rena playing in front of them.

Color drained from Aline's face.

How could it be? How could it be Waylen?

Aline looked up and saw that the wire from which the crystal chandelier hung had started shaking. It was about to snap.

She wanted to bellow a warning, but she couldn't.

She was terrified out of her mind.

If that chandelier dropped on Waylen and he didn't survive, the Fowler family wouldn't rest until they found out who was responsible. And then Aline would end up buried in an unmarked grave in the middle of nowhere.

Aline stood up abruptly.

At this moment, the crystal chandelier had begun swaying slightly. Waylen could've gotten out of the way, but he remained seated and continued playing as if nothing was about to happen.

Finally, the steel wire broke.

The crystal chandelier fell, and screams filled the entire theater. Waylen was still sitting upright.

He didn't stop playing the piano.

Waylen's forehead was now oozing with blood, and his white suit was now crimson. However, he continued playing Rena's favorite melody. He didn't even frown.