Chapter 817 The Terms

If I could avoid it, I'd never step foot in the McLennon residence. Every visit felt suffocating, and the looming possibility of running into someone from the Harmon family didn't help. On the way there, Dean brought up the potential partnership with Leonard, asking about my thoughts on working with Leonard. Honestly, I had none. But McLennon Group's design department was embarrassingly underdeveloped, and by the time they improved, the opportunity might have passed. Still, the idea of working with Leonard made my stomach churn. Dean sighed, clearly reading my hesitation. "You're just overly cautious because of your history. Otherwise, you'd make a solid decision-maker." I forced a small, awkward smile, appreciating the backhanded compliment. We didn't expect the McLennon residence to be empty. Mr. McLennon Senior had already gone to the hospital. Rushing there, we found him slumped in a chair in the corridor, looking weary and defeated. "You're here," he said, his voice devoid