Harold hesitated, his internal struggle apparent.
The silence stretched between them until Waylen finally turned to face him.
Waylenâs voice remained measured as he continued, âYou canât even admit your own feelings.
How then can you discuss this with me? If weâre both vying for Renaâs affections, then at least weâre on an equal playing tield.
We both desire her.
â
Harold was moved, realizing that Waylenâs concern for Rena ran deeper than he had assumed.
Waylen had a genuine affection for her
Waylen, perceptive as ever, recognized Haroldâs emotions
He smiled ruefully, grateful for Haroldâs unspoken contributions.
Before Harold passed away, he entrusted Harrison with Renaâs protection.
In this dream, Waylen bore no resentment towards Harold.
Taking a seat, Waylen motioned for Harold to do the same.
Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a gentle glow on Waylenâs profile.
After a contemplative pause, Waylen began speaking, his voice steady.
âHarold, wouldnât it be wiser to let go of Rena after signing the billion-dollar contract? It would secure the Moore Groupâs future, sparing you from disappointing a woman who genuinely loves you.
Your relationship with Darren would remain intact.
â
Haroldâs complexion paled.
Never had he imagined that his carefully laid plan would be unraveled by the man before him.
For the first time, Harold found himself unnerved.
âWhat are you implying, Mr.
Fowler?â
Waylen calmly retrieved a cigarette, igniting it with practiced ease.
After a deliberate inhale, he exhaled a plume of smoke, his smile enigmatic.
âYou understand me well enough, Harold.
Donât ask how Iâve come to know.
I bear no ill wilt.
â
In essence, they were romantic rivals.
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Waylenâs contemplations led him to believe that 22-year-old Harold would prioritize power over a romantic relationship with Rena.
Would you spare me a cigarette?â Haroldâs request broke the silence.
âOf course,â Waylen responded, extending the gesture with graceful ease.
Harold accepted the offered cigarette, ignited it, and took a deep drag.
Waylenâs words held undeniable truth.
Men should know what path to choose.
It was clear that beyond securing the billion-dollar investment, Harold could forge connections with the influential Fowler family, achieving multiple goals in one stroke.
Harold smoked in contemplative silence, acknowledging the wisdom in Waylenâs assessment.
Standing up, he said calmly, âThank you, Mr.
Fowler.
Hereâs to a fruitful collaboration.
â
Waylen remained seated, his gaze fixed on Harold.
Despite being the same age as the man in front of him, Waylen harbored a somber understanding that, in reality, Harold had passed away.
Harold assumed Waylen was putting on airs, yet Waylen rose and extended his hand, a gesture of respect that puzzled Harold.
Waylenâs voice, laden with a quiet sincerity, reached Harold.
âHarold, thank you.
â Haroldâs confusion deepened.