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

heart, a resolve took

never set foot in

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

a lingering ache

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

lost in his thoughts, Jazlyn

voice dipped to

the auction

to acquire the ‘Morning

to my apartment in Duefron before

Jazlyn was certain her boss had fallen

just broken

had he managed to regain his senses

a glance at Jazlyn,

a challenge?” Jazlyn hastened to reply,

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Waylen approached the French window with deliberate

even lower, a shadow of intensity woven into his

the financial records of the

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