As Zoe turned around, Penelope was approaching from outside the private room.

He drew closer, stopping a step away from her, awaiting her response.

She thought she misheard, hesitating before speaking: "Mr. Wells, what did you just say?"

Penelope's gaze, laced with a smile, carefully assessed her face: "You've certainly changed a lot now. If it weren't for Mr. Clark's reminder last night, I might have had a hard time recognizing you."

Zoe's smile revealed a hint of confusion, but it seemed forced: "Reminder? What reminder?"

Penelope subtly advanced another step. As Zoe instinctively attempted to retreat, he didn't encroach upon her personal space but stood beside her, gazing out...