Their hotel room, at a rate of $6, 000 a night, was the backdrop to their physical reconnection.

Waylen found immense satisfaction.

The following day, Rena stood by Waylen as he sought professional help. While he engaged with the therapist privately, Rena phoned Mark from the corridor, confiding in him the situation.

Mark, upon hearing this, sensed something amiss.

Yet, he refrained from prying into the couple's affairs, especially considering they seemed content with their resolution.

Offering noncommittal responses, Mark ended the call.

Overhearing the conversation, Peter couldn't contain a _ smile, remarking, "The vigor of youth is something else. Waylen's skillful, isn't he? Upsets his wife and then claims mental issues. Instead of anger, she's consumed with concern for him..."

Hesitant, Peter trailed off, embarrassment coloring his pause.

Mark unwrapped a candy, his smile cryptic.

Then, Peter shifted topics.

"There's a dinner party tonight, Edwin's with you. Planning on canceling?"

Mark considered it.

However, upon reviewing the document, he inquired, “Wasn't this an investment-related dinner? Summon Maria."

Peter stepped out to fetch one of Mark's secretaries, Maria Manson.

Shortly, Maria appeared, a smile playing on her lips.

"Mr. Evans, tonight's host is Mr. Simon Lewis, a big name in the showbiz. He's anxious about funding for his project. He's even managed to invite the play's leading lady-stunning and from Duefron's elite. She rarely makes such appearances."

Mark's curiosity piqued.

Upon inquiry, Maria confirmed, "The actress is Cecilia Fowler."

Peter's gaze met Mark's.

Dispassionate, Mark instructed, “Inform Simon I'll be punctual."