Lillian's legs trembled in fear, losing their strength beneath her.

The manager was on the verge of tears.

How had Lillian's appearance offended Waylen?

With a cold demeanor, Waylen placed a check on the table and declared,

“Duerfron may be vast but I possess the power to make someone vanish without a trace."

Overwhelmed, the manager collapsed onto the floor.

He possessed keen intellect. The moment he inquired around, he understood the reason behind Waylen's fury towards Lillian.

Her countenance bore a resemblance to his former girlfriend's.

The manager couldn't help but think that Waylen was being ridiculous!

Although Lillian bore a passing resemblance to Waylen‘s ex, she was not his woman. Who was he to dictate how she should earn a Living?

Nevertheless, the manager promptly arranged for Lillian's return to her hometown, pleading with her to never set foot in Duefron again.

Offending Waylen was a risk he could ill afford.

Waylen was in a state of turmoil.

The club dispatched a driver to escort him home. However, when they reached the entrance of his apartment building, he faltered.

He couldn't bring himself to go inside.

Rena was no Longer there.

Waylen had always exercised self-restraint and rarely succumbed to inebriation. Yet tonight, he found himself lying on the roadside, expelling the contents of his stomach into the darkness. As he gradually regained sobriety, he stood alone beneath the glow of a street Lamp...

This was the very spot where Rena had fed that stray dog they later adopted.

She had departed, taking everything with her, including the dog.

She had left him with nothing to remind him of her.

Waylen's eyes reddened and he couldn't resist calling out her name,

“Rena. Rena... Rena..."