Soon, the Gordon family would be ensnared in Harold’s trap…

Rena pushed Waylen aside.

“It’s none of your concern.

Yet, Waylen’s gaze lingered, his voice adopting a softer tone.

“Visit my apartment this weekend.

Allow me to treat you to dinner.

I possess a “Morning Dew’ piano.

Wouldn’t you Like to play it for yourself?”

The ‘Morning Dew’ piano?

The one favored by Louis XII?

It was a temptation Rena found hard to resist.

Observing her inner struggle, Waylen smiled.

choice is yours to

Rena’s heart, a

never set foot

he truly possess that piano in his abode? Rumors had pegged its value

leaving a lingering

to claim Rena’s untouched coffee, taking measured sips until half of it

his thoughts, Jazlyn entered

dipped to a hushed

auction house for

‘Morning Dew’

it delivered to my apartment in

was certain her boss had fallen

broken up with

managed to regain

glance

it pose a challenge?” Jazlyn hastened to reply, “No,

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coffee cup, Waylen approached the French window with

shadow of intensity

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