As soon as Waylen got in his car, his phone pinged. It was a message from Rena; it turned out she didn't accept the money he tried to transfer to her.

After mulling over it for a while, he sent her a reply.

“Thank me for what exactly? For kissing you? For the $100, 0007 If it's the Latter, you can pay me back by playing golf with me at the country club. Or you can just go to my place. We can watch some TV all night and maybe even cuddle. What do you think?"

Rena's eyes widened as she read his reply.

Her ears turned red. She knew what he really meant.

Oh, my God! She had no idea Waylen was so horny!

Rena was about to transfer the $22, 600 she owed him when she received another message from him.

“Just accept the money, you silly girl! Just take it as compensation.

After all, if it weren't for Cecilia, you never would've been kidnapped in the first place."

Rena stared at his message for a long time. After a long time, she sighed. She suddenly envied Cecilia.

Harold refrained from departing hastily, opting to linger for a while longer.

As Waylen pressed Rena onto the bed, their Lips meeting in a passionate kiss, Harold found himself situated outside, bearing witness to the scene.

Harold had previously witnessed Rena‘’s captivating charm when she engaged in such intimate gestures with him.

His emotions surged, fueling a blaze of anger within him, prompting his fists to clench tightly.

Overwhelmed by Rena‘s painful yet joyful groan, Harold succumbed to an impulsive urge, striking the adjacent wall with a forceful punch.

Crimson droplets adorned the wall's surface, creating a splattered canvas of blood.

Harold's hand, wounded from the impact, bled profusely.

However, he seemed impervious to the pain, remaining motionless as his countenance grew dark.

A fleeting moment transpired, wherein Harold harbored an ardent desire to storm into the ward and whisk Rena away from Waylen's clutches.

Yet, he also comprehended that such a course of action would promptly annul his engagement to Cecilia.

All his endeavors would crumble to naught in an instant!

With a heavy heart, Harold took his leave, driving toward an antiquated apartment complex.