Nodding in response to the suggestion, Rena left.

Then, she started on contemplating on whether she should call the man or not. After all, she had turned him down just the night before. Would he be willing to help her if she reached out now?

She let out another sigh, her eyes filled with uncertainty as she stared at the screen of her phone.

For her father's sake, she must summon the courage to make the call. To her dismay, his phone was switched off.

Rena felt a surge of despair. She had no idea what she should do right now.

Her brows suddenly furrowed as something came to her. Where was Eloise?

Rena assumed she had gone to the restroom, but she found no sign of her there.

Unease gnawed at her as she started to hastily dial Eloise's number.

Unfortunately, there was no response either.

A sudden thought struck Rena, her eyes suddenly widening in fear as she sprinted towards the elevator, relentlessly pressing the button.

Trembling, she stood inside the elevator and impatiently tapped her foot.

She closed her eyes, silently hoping that her suspicions weren't true.

As the elevator lifted her up, she continued praying fervently that Eloise hadn't acted impulsively.

But Rena was too late. Upon reaching the CEO's office of the Moore Group, chaos unfolded before her.

Harold leaned against the desk, clutching his abdomen with blood oozing through his fingers.

The sight was horrifying.

Eloise gripped a fruit knife tightly, her words unintelligible to Rena.

With a trembling voice, Rena walked forward in slow, careful steps. She called out, "Eloise!"

Eloise muttered, "If I kill Harold, he won't be able to hurt Darren and you anymore. Rena, I've warned you countless times that he's not suitable for you."

Rena wept, stepping forward to embrace Eloise gently.

“Eloise, don't be afraid I'm here!"

Harold covered his wound, blood staining his hand.