Rena had attempted to dissuade Tyrone.

But Tyrone, resolute in his determination, had declared that he would not back down even if it meant losing everything.

Stirring her coffee pensively, Rena smiled after a prolonged moment and declared, "I will."

Vera tightly gripped Rena's hand, providing solace and support.

In truth, they all knew that persuading Tyrone would prove futile, for his intent was not solely to be with Rena. He merely wished to avenge her.

The only person capable of putting an end to this predicament was none other than Waylen.

Having finished their coffee, Rena chose not to hail a taxi but instead walked leisurely back to her apartment.

Waylen's resplendent Bentley Continental GT was parked outside the building.

Seated in the car, he smoked thoughtfully, with the door on the opposite side left ajar, as if awaiting someone's arrival.

As Rena approached, Waylen's gaze Locked onto her intently.

Slipping into the car, Rena directed her gaze forward and posed a direct question, “Waylen, what is your ultimate goal?"

Waylen extinguished his cigarette and emitted a faint chuckle.

“Are you concerned about Tyrone? How can you be unaware of my intentions? I simply require your promise that you will not meet or communicate with Tyrone. Is that too much to ask?"

Rena was taken aback by Waylen's audacity

Waylen had set a snare, nearly bringing Tyrone's company to the brink of collapse. And all of this was solely to prevent Rena from being in Tyrone's company?

“Waylen, you're crossing the Line!"

After fixating his gaze on Rena for an extended duration, Waylen sneered.

“Is this already asking for too much? I haven't asked you to return to me and live together."

“Live together?"

Waylen kindly clarified, “Means we'll dine and sleep under the same roof."

Rena suddenly fell silent, sitting beside him in contemplation.

Waylen observed her profile intently