However, he begrudgingly acknowledged that he paled in comparison to

Waylen's abilities!

Harold's emotions were in turmoil.

He stood before the grand French window, indulging in one cigarette after another.

Recollections flooded his mind, back to the time when the Moore Group faced its gravest crisis. Strangely, he didn't resort to smoking then, as Rena would gently chide, "Excessive smoking isn't good for you."

And then, she would slip a soothing mint candy into his mouth.

Back then, Harold found her gestures bothersome.

Despite her attractive appearance, she lacked the art of pleasing men.

Why did he endure four years with her? It was merely to manipulate

Darren into becoming the scapegoat.

Yet, now that he had truly got rid of her, an emptiness pervaded his being.

Harold reassured himself that he was simply unaccustomed to this change!

A rap at the door interrupted his thoughts.

His secretary entered, bearing news of a predicament concerning a shopping mall he had purchased earlier in the year.

Nonchalantly, Harold uttered, "I shall go and investigate.”

Half an hour Later, Harold's car pulled up outside the shopping mall.

The task consumed the better part of his day. By the time he complete his responsibilities, the clock read four in the afternoon. His secretary offered a modest meal.

“Mr. Moore, you haven't had Lunch!

Please make do with this for now."

However, Harold had no appetite whatsoever.

With a casual tone, he stated, "Let's return to the company."

Descending from the fourth-floor office center, Harold encountered an unfortunate malfunction with the elevator, compelling him to utilize the passenger elevator instead.