Waylen’s forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He gripped the armrests tightly, blue veins standing out on the back of his hands.

“Mr.

Fowler? Mr.

Fowler!”

The assistant woke Waylen up.

When Waylen opened his eyes, his mind went completely blank.

Most of the chaotic scenes vanished from his mind.

Only the image of Rena’s crying face was left.

Waylen lay there quietly, his head aching terribly.

Sweat dripped down his handsome face, wetting the top part of his shirt.

The hypnotist said apologetically, “Mr.

we need to stop this session, unless you want

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