In a husky tone, he expressed, “I will be attending the celebratory gathering tonight as well. Will you... dance with Tyrone?"

Rena was taken aback.

Truthfully, she hadn't arranged to meet Tyrone, nor were they particularly that close already.

However, if Tyrone happened to be present, dancing with him would be considered a customary social activity.

Therefore, Rena did not deny it.

Waylen did not exhibit any displeasure. Instead, he tenderly remarked,

“Have a splendid time."

And then he departed.

A shiver ran down Rena‘s spine.

She couldn't fathom why she perceived Waylen to be far more intimidating than when he used to pester her.

The way he looked at her conveyed that he hadn't given up, yet he displayed a great deal of magnanimity.

Rena almost contemplated skipping the party

However, as one of the ten people who had been awarded, she was the center of attention today. The leaders of Duefron would not cut her any slack. After multiple urgent phone calls urging her to attend, she had no choice but to go.

The party took place on the 32nd floor of the Regent Hotel.

Numerous Luminaries were in attendance.

This presented an opportunity for Rena to expand her social circle.

Naturally, she wouldn't waste such a chance due to personal reasons now that she was here. She gracefully held a glass of champagne and mingled with others.

Vera approached as well, hand in hand with Roscoe. She implored him to introduce Rena to some valuable connections.

Rena conducted herself with poise.

She disregarded the stares emanating from the second floor though...

Waylen stood on the second floor of the grand hall, donning a sophisticated three-piece suit. Leaning against the railing, he gazed silently at Rena. The message conveyed through his eyes was so unmistakable that Vera couldn't ignore it.

In a hushed tone, Vera whispered into Rena's ear, “It appears that he hasn't been with any other woman since you two broke up. His eyes are filled with Longing.”