Harold halted her departure.

Gazing deeply into her eyes, he questioned, “Rena, after what happened last night, do you still want to be with him?"

Rena's countenance froze.

In the presence of Harold, she felt a certain degree of embarrassment, yet she mustered a delicate smile and replied, "Mr. Moore, it has nothing to do with you!"

Harold recognized this as a rare opportunity.

Lowering his voice, he pleaded, "I know you have a desire to acquire the music studio you used to work in. Rena, allow me to assist you."

Anxious that she might misconstrue his intentions, he hastily clarified, "I don't mean anything else by it. It's simply a small gesture of kindness, for old time's sake.”

Rena was not so naive.

She offered a faint smile and gracefully said, “Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Moore."

Then she took her Leave.

Harold watched her departing figure with a Lingering gaze.

Harold found himself lost in a daze for a moment. He had noticed Rena's reddened eyes earlier. Could it be that she had been crying because of

Waylen?

An intense discomfort settled within Harold and after a prolonged pause, he retrieved his phone and dialed a number

"Mr. Scott, I have a favor to ask of you. Please get in touch with

Starlight Music Studio. Speak with the person in charge. I'll cover the expenses. Once it's done, you can choose any project from my portfolio..."

Harold ended the call, his eyes reflecting profound contemplation.

He yearned to see Rena. She had undergone a remarkable transformation.

She exuded a newfound femininity. Even if they were to spend their time merely conversing, he still felt... content.

*

Having departed from the premises of the Moore Group, Rena sought out an agency and secured a small apartment through a rental agreement.

After signing the contract, she glanced at the time. It was nearing 11 o'clock, a time when Waylen would typically be absent from their apartment on weekdays.