Harold's countenance grew increasingly volatile, his face contorted with anger.

As the elevator approached the ground floor, a sight awaited him...

Rena!

Alone, she navigated the shopping haven, clutching several bags in her hands. Currently engrossed in selecting clothing at a prestigious men's boutique, she exuded an air of concentration and gentility.

Harold knew all too well that she was procuring garments for Waylen.