Instinctively, Rena contemplated leaving, but Waylen acted swiftly.

In an instant, she was forcefully pinned against the elevator wall with a resounding thud.

Constrained by fear, Rena dared not make a move, for Waylen's arm rested upon her chest.

Raising her head defiantly, she glared at him.

"Mr. Fowler, what do you think you're doing?"

Waylen fixed his gaze upon her and uttered, “You're all dolled up tonight. Are you attending the banquet? With Robert?"

Summoning all her composure, Rena replied, “Mr. Fowler, we have ended our relationship. It is my prerogative to attend any banquet with anyone I choose."

Waylen released his grip and stepped back.

"Is he the one you've come to fancy? Does he bring you the same happiness as I once did? Rena, I refuse to believe you can erase me from your memory!"

Rena's eyes welled up with tears.

There had been a time when she lived a blissful existence with Waylen.

During that period, she had been captivated by his irresistible allure.

Fame, wealth and longing had ignited a fervor within her.

Rena had thought that no woman could resist a man like Waylen.

His incessant pursuit stemmed solely from his desire to engage in physical intimacy with her.

When she had inquired about his love for her, he had replied, "I'm sorry, Rena. I can't give you what you want."

In truth, he had possessed the ability to grant her wish.

His reluctance to do so was simply a manifestation of his unwillingness to really be with her!

Feeling a sense of embarrassment, Rena responded, “Waylen, you abandoned me, remember? So what's the point saying that now?"

The elevator continued its descent.

Each passing second felt like an agonizing torment for Rena.

After what seemed like an eternity, Waylen's voice emerged, strained and raspy.