Upon reaching the second floor, her eyes couldn't resist stealing a glance downward.

There, parked incongruously amidst the aging apartment complex, stood Waylen's car, the opulent golden Bentley Continental GT. This locale was not befitting of a person of Waylen's stature.

Rena mused to herself, speculating that someplace Like a Lavish soiree was where he truly belonged.

She resolved to erase tonight's events from her mind.

Unable to bear the sight of his car any longer, Rena hastened her ascent.

Waylen Lingered until the Luminous glow emanated from the top floor.

Waylen was oblivious to the fact that a mysterious black sports car Lay concealed in the shadows. Its owner had patiently waited there for over two hours.

Harold had observed the Lengthy embrace between Waylen and Rena within the car!

Emerging from his vehicle, Harold exuded a captivating allure, his countenance enhanced by the darkness. Leaning casually against the car, he ignited a cigarette.

He exhaled the swirling tendrils of smoke.

Every detail of the encounter had been imprinted in his mind.

A contemptuous smirk graced Harold's Lips.

Had Rena truly fallen for Waylen in such a short span of time? Didn't she Love Harold the most?

Eyes fixated on the illuminated window above, Harold dialed a number.

"Now is the time to act!" he uttered into the phone.

After issuing the command, he terminated the call, a malicious sneer lingering on his face.

“Rena, you brought this upon yourself!"

Upon returning home and flicking on the Lights, Rena encountered Eloise emerging from her bedroom, clad in pajamas.

“Why did you come back so late?" Eloise reproached with a tinge of disapproval.

Rena poured herself a glass of chilled water, biting her lower lip as she resolved to keep the truth concealed.

"I missed the last bus," she muttered, opting not to disclose what really happened.

Eloise gazed at Rena intently before speaking up again, her voice filled with warmth.