NovelBar‘Once she entered her apartment, Snowball bounded over with a wagging tail,
She filled its bowl with dog food and tenderly advised, “lake your time while eating,”
Making her way to the bathroom, she prepared for a shower,
With a determined gesture, she discarded the dress tainted by the lingering scent of Waylen as well as his seeds into the wastebasket,
Following her shower, Rena sat on the sofa for an extended period, It was only when her extremities grew numb that she realized it was already ten o’clock in the evening,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe television remained on and Snowball crouched nearby, gnawing on a bone.
Rena dialed a number,
“Mr. Fowler, I wish to meet with you,”
At the Fowler residence, Korbyn received the phone call with a sense of self-satisfaction, It appeared that the young woman had finally come to a resolution.
Juliette’s eyes welled up with tears.
She clutched her husband’s hand and implored, “Please behave impeccably tomorrow and strive to make Rena develop a positive Impression of Waylen.
Alternatively, you can bring Cecilia along. Rena seers to hold a great fondness for Cecilia, like a big sister.”
Korbyn replied, “Cecilia is actually a year older than Rena!”
Korbyn harbored high hopes, assuming Rena would accept the substantial fortune of the Fowler family, amounting to billions of dollars in property.
However, he had never anticipated that Rena only wanted to expose Waylen’s misdeeds to him.
Korbyn politely escorted Rena out after their meeting.
Once she had distanced herself…
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKorbyn’s countenance darkened. “Summon Waylen immediately.”
The secretary promptly attended to the task. In less than thirty minutes,
Waylen arrived.
Within the CEO’s office at the Fowler Group, the sound of shattering porcelain reverberated, accompanied by Korbyn’s thunderous roar, “I instructed you to fight for what your desire, not to manipulate the Larson family! I have a certain level of rapport with Hyatt, You neatly obliterated his son’a company in your relentless pursuit of the woman you desire, Who the hell taught you such a reckless approach?”
Waylen stood amidst the wreckage…
His forehead bore a gash from which blood was trickling down.
He tenderly wiped it away and uttered slowly, “Didn’t you teach me that yourself?”
Korbyn seethed with anger,
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