Lost in deep contemplation, Rena found herself drifting into a half-asleep state, only to be jolted awake by the sound of a car engine starting downstairs.

Momentarily stunned, she swiftly left the bed and hurried downstairs.

Waylen's car had already departed.

With a sense of urgency, she inquired of the servant, "Where has Waylen gone?"

The servant shook her head, signifying her lack of knowledge.

In that very moment, a pale-faced Cecilia rushed downstairs, her intuition grasping at the truth.

Rena whispered softly, attempting to assuage her fears, "Don't worry. I will ask Jazlyn."

Understanding that it was inappropriate to disturb Jazlyn in the late hours, Rena maintained a polite tone.

Jazlyn provided a straightforward response over the phone, stating, "Mr. Fowler has arranged for a private plane to fly to Czanch."

Expressing her gratitude, Rena ended the call and gazed at Cecilia.

"He has gone to Czanch."

Cecilia held Rena's hand tightly, her voice filled with trepidation.

“Rena, I'm really scared."

Rena felt utterly helpless. Waylen's phone was switched off, leaving her incapable of stopping his journey to Czanch.

Enfolding Cecilia in a tender embrace, Rena whispered, “What if we simply allow them to confront one another?"

In the beautiful realm of Czanch, an opulent black limousine glided through the gates of the majestic Evans’ mansion.

Gracefully, the car came to a slow halt.

And from its polished interior emerged a slender figure, captivating and refined. The diligent servant, upon sighting him, greeted him with utmost respect, his words laced with deference, "Greetings, Mr. Fowler."

Waylen's brow furrowed as he inquired with a touch of concern, “Pray tell, where might Mr. Evans be found?"

Caught off guard by Waylen's frown, the servant found himself at a loss for words, a momentary hesitation betraying his uncertainty.

Coincidentally, Mark emerged from the estate, and upon catching sight of Waylen, he casually inquired, “Why have you ventured here at this early hour?"

Waylen gritted his teeth with a tinge of bitterness and, with a scornful tone, he retorted, "Surely you realize I have come for you.