A bitter smile formed on Waylen's face as he contemplated his deserved fate.

After finishing work, he drove to Rena's music studio.

Rena had just finished her work and was sitting in her newly purchased champagne-colored BMW. Since she couldn't drive, there was a driver in the front seat.

Waylen couldn't see the driver's face through the half-open tinted window, but he could sense that the person was young and good-looking, standing tall.

A slight unease crept over Waylen, but he knew he had to digest this discomfort himself.