Waylen's smile remained enigmatic.

He gazed at the man before him, whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you might find this hard to believe. I owe you a debt."

Frustration creased Darren's brow, aware that prying further from Waylen would yield little.

With Darren's departure, Waylen stood in silence, his gaze following him.

Regret gnawed at Waylen. He had failed Darren.

In truth, Rena hadn't seen Darren the night he passed away.

The blame rested on Waylen's shoulders.

Upon Darren's return to the company, he attended to his duties.

That evening, upon Rena‘s arrival, Darren hesitated to address her. Before he could decide, the doorbell chimed.

Eloise answered, revealing a disheveled Harold on the threshold. Though visibly distressed, he struggled to maintain his composure.

"I'm here to see Rena."

Harold's countenance darkened, and Eloise astutely surmised the cause. With a subtle sigh, she granted Harold entrance.

In that instant, Rena emerged from the bedroom, her surprise evident as she laid eyes on Harold.

The two families enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held affection for Harold, though their connection was not particularly intimate.

Rena stood momentarily dazed, her voice soft as she inquired.

“You've come to see my father?"

Harold's gaze bore into Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over her from head to toe.

Adorning a short pajama set at home, Rena exuded a delicate charm.

Her arms bore an alluring tenderness, and her long, slender legs held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while brown round-frame glasses bestowed upon her a youthful aura, rendering her undeniably lovely.

She was beautiful.

Previously, Harold's estimation of her had been based solely on utility.

Now, as a man coveting her affections emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore Group's tribulations, Harold found himself scrutinizing Rena with newfound attention.