I discovered that you are merely an ordinary individual driven by selfish motives. You act like you possess a worthless object and attempt to sell it off. But the truth is quite the opposite... What you hold dear is nothing but trash. When I loved Waylen, I regarded Elvira as trash. When my love for him waned, I realized that Elvira was more like junk food, repugnant to my husband, yet strangely appetizing.”

Lyndon's countenance underwent a dramatic change.

Elvira's lovely face contorted.

Coincidentally, at that moment, Mark and Waylen arrived at the doorway...

Rena glanced at Waylen and smirked.

“Waylen, take your garbage and leave. The mere sight of you makes me sick.”

Mark subtly touched his nose.

Lyndon couldn't help but cry out, "Rena, it's not Elvira's fault!"

Waylen calmly interjected, "Mr. Coleman, it's time for you to leave.

Don't come back here again.”

Elvira, unwilling to accept defeat, persisted, “Waylen... I don't believe you cease to care about me. If you truly don't care, why did you leave her and come to Braseovell to assist me with the case?”

Lyndon slapped Elvira across the face.

With a hint of sorrow, he stated, “Waylen is helping you out of a sense of obligation. How could you interpret it otherwise?"

Elvira refused to give up.

She sought to provoke Rena, believing she could triumph over her. In fact, her sole purpose in coming today was to incite Rena.

Yet Rena remained unfazed.

She flung a bank card in Elvira's direction, sneering.

“Why beat around the bush? You simply want to continue seducing Waylen, don't you? Well, here's your chance... There's approximately 200, 000 dollars on the card, and conveniently, there's a five-star hotel across the street.

Miss Coleman, please take it. Consider it the payment I made for your service. If you serve him well, perhaps you can become his wife once I divorce him."

Elvira attempted to feign sorrow

Rena tossed the card onto Elvira and declared, “Now you can leave with my husband. Stay away from me."

Elvira glanced at Waylen.