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

Rena’s heart, a resolve

never set foot

he truly possess that piano in his abode? Rumors had pegged its value at around twenty million

departed, her presence leaving a lingering

retraced his steps to claim Rena’s untouched coffee, taking

his thoughts,

voice dipped to a hushed

the auction house for

‘Morning Dew’ piano, regardless of the

apartment in

Jazlyn was certain her boss

he just broken up with

to

cast a glance at Jazlyn,

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

&

cup, Waylen approached the French window with

lower, a shadow of intensity woven into his

financial records of the

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