His eyes suddenly blazed in anger as his chest heaved in and out. At that same moment, Rena finally understood the kind of person Harold truly was. She Looked at him as if she had just realized something.

While slightly wincing in pain, Harold approached Rena, forcibly lifting her and drawing her closer to him.

He caressed her face and whispered in a low, hoarse voice, “Come back to me! Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do. Perhaps Eloise will end up imprisoned on charges of assault, and as for Darren...”

He wasn't even able to finish what he was saying when Rena‘'s hand struck his face with a resounding slap that echoed throughout the room.

Trembling with anger, she exclaimed, "Harold, you wretched bastard!"

He grabbed her hand tightly, refusing to let go. The grip was so hard that she was sure that it would leave a mark later on.

The man then pressed his face against hers, his voice icy as he murmured, "You didn't realize it until now? You didn't say any of this when you had feelings for me back then! You didn't see me as a wrenched bastard when you eagerly waited for me to kiss you! Rena, back then, you claimed that I was the most handsome man in the world. Have you forgotten your words? Do you need me to help you remember?"

Eloise struggled to rush over to Rena's aid, but Harold soon let go of Rena and instructed the security guard to restrain Eloise.

His voice dripped with coldness as he commanded, “Call the police.

Inform them that this woman deliberately attacked and injured me."

Rena reached for his hand, desperately trying to hold on.

Yet, Harold forcefully shook her off, licking the blood from his Lips as he sneered, "Rena, you truly know how to make me angry."

Not long after, the wailing sirens of approaching police cars grew louder and Louder.

Upon realizing the unfortunate fate that awaited her, Rena's face turned pale.

Harold was shameless and vile. He was a true bastard!

She closed her eyes briefly before reopening them, softly saying,

“Please, don't be angry. I'm apologizing to you on Eloise's behalf."

Hearing this, the man sat on the sofa and extended his hand out to her.

Hands now stained with the man's blood, she slowly raised it as well.

As she reached back to him, she gently placed her palm on his.

Eloise fought desperately against the security guards' grasp, her mind racing with the implications of Rena's involvement with the vile Harold.

"Rena, you can't go with this bastard! How will I ever explain this to your father?"