A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1381-1390

A reassuring pat on her back, his voice gentle as he said, “I won’t continue.”

Rena’s heart brimmed with a sense of injustice.

In an unexpected turn, she came to the realization that she had initiated the embrace herself. Shame mingled with anger, prompting her to retort, “Then clarify our romantic involvement.”

A soft chuckle escaped Waylen’s Lips.

As he stood, his fingers adeptly straightened his shirt with an air of nonchalance.

He exuded an aura of refined arrogance, a polished exterior concealing a darker nature.

Returning to his desk, he dialed an internal number. “Jazlyn, handle the online matters. Rena seems upset.”

Rena was taken aback. What did he mean by her being upset?

It was far too vague.

Waylen concluded the call, his demeanor elegant as he inquired. “Is everything satisfactory now?”

Summoning her courage, Rena said, “You… Just now… Promise me you won’t reveal what transpired between us just now.”

Waylen’s gaze fell as he ignited a cigarette.

His eyes, however, remained fixed on her, a hint of disdain touching his features. “Are you worried that Harold will grow angry and abandon you?”

Rena’s lips tightened.

Suddenly, Waylen extinguished his cigarette and adopted a gentler tone. “Rena, in a genuine love, there’s a balance of giving and taking. If Harold truly cares for you, why does he hold back and leave you hanging? Are you certain that this fleeting affection amounts to love?” Love demanded reciprocity.

Rena’s eyes welled with tears.

Waylen’s concern for her was evident as he continued, “It’s wiser to seek someone who genuinely appreciates you than to cling to a hopeless relationship.”

Someone who truly cared for her?

Rena regarded Waylen warily…

Yet, Waylen met her gaze unwaveringly. He possessed a striking handsomeness and an air of refinement that left Rena feeling inadequate. She quickly averted her eyes, whispering, “I’m leaving.”

Before she could reach the door, Waylen’s hand closed around the handle.

His towering figure cast a shadow over the young woman as he spoke with tenderness. “You endured silently, even when you were bullied. Your heart is so tender. How can you continue with the relentless Harold?” Time was running out for the Moore Group.

Soon, the Gordon family would be ensnared in Harold’s trap…

Rena pushed Waylen aside. “It’s none of your concern.”

Yet, Waylen’s gaze lingered, his voice adopting a softer tone. “Visit my apartment this weekend. Allow me to treat you to dinner. I possess a “Morning Dew’ piano. Wouldn’t you Like to play it for yourself?”

The ‘Morning Dew’ piano?

The one favored by Louis XII?

It was a temptation Rena found hard to resist.

Observing her inner struggle, Waylen smiled. “The choice is yours to make.”

Within Rena’s heart, a resolve took root. She would never set foot in his apartment.

But could it be true? Did he truly possess that piano in his abode? Rumors had pegged its value at around twenty million dollars.

Rena departed, her presence leaving a lingering ache in the air. Waylen retraced his steps to claim Rena’s untouched coffee, taking measured sips until half of it was consumed.

While lost in his thoughts, Jazlyn entered the office.

Waylen’s voice dipped to a hushed murmur. “Contact the auction house for me. I want to acquire the ‘Morning Dew’ piano, regardless of the cost. Have it delivered to my apartment in Duefron before the weekend.” Jazlyn was certain her boss had fallen in love.

Hadn’t he just broken up with his girlfriend?

How had he managed to regain his senses so swiftly?

Waylen cast a glance at Jazlyn, inquiring. “Will it pose a challenge?” Jazlyn hastened to reply, “No, I’ll handle it.”

Cradling the coffee cup, Waylen approached the French window with deliberate steps. His voice dipped even lower, a shadow of intensity woven into his words. “Dig into the financial records of the Moore Group. Unearth any compromising evidence. Additionally, arrange a meeting with Darren Gordon, the Moore Group’s financial officer.” Darren Gordon of the Moore Group?

Jazlyn’s brows knitted in puzzlement.

Waylen raised a placating hand, signaling her not to delve further.

As Jazlyn exited, Waylen remained solitary, a sense of solitude settling around him.

In this dream, events from ten years ago were occurring, and he alone held the script of fate, privy to both past and future. The woman he yearned for stood before him, yet he found himself resorting to every means to draw her near.

The impulsive kiss he had stolen from Rena weighed heavily on his conscience.

Furthermore, he bore a debt owed to Harold, one he was intent on repaying. And then there was Darren.

Waylen’s eyes slitted, his anticipation for the next encounter with Rena palpable. He yearned to possess her, by any means necessary, to bring his dream to a close and finally take her home.

Fueled by ten years of rigorous training, Waylen executed his plans unflinchingly, fulfilling his objectives that day.

Four o’clock in the afternoon arrived.

As appointed, Darren entered a club and pushed open the door to the private room.

Waylen sat alone, a formidable stack of documents before him. His demeanor exuded an air of aloof professionalism, a stark departure from the affable young man of the previous night.

“Mr. Fowler, is there something significant

Waylen lifted his gaze.

his expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over his features

he greeted with a smile. “Mr. Gordon, you can call me Waylen. I have a matter I’d like to

Officer, I trust you’re well-acquainted with the details. And I… I

Darren was taken

man in his right mind could be

perceived Waylen as brash. Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of

composure, sipping

cordially, he offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t go to such

slid another document

the Moore Group. However, there’s a stipulation. You must depart from the Moore

Darren’s surprise was evident.

dollars. Waylen was prepared to spend such an exorbitant sum on

Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing moment as he studied

he had initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers down his spine, evoking both anxiety

gaze, he fixated on Waylen, his

air of calm detachment, as if

“Mr. Gordon.”

financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years. As

One billion dollars…

sweat coated

shoulders. Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore family could be so ruthless. Having worked for the Moore Group

perceived Darren’s internal

It’s merely the prologue. If we intervene in time,

in the

a certain measure of

were based on reliable data, they forecasted

Darren hesitated.

friend of the Moore family. This is your opportunity

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

in a single gulp. Setting it down, he studied the young man before him, a mere 25 years old

“Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore family. This is your opportunity to

taunt,

a single gulp. Setting it down, he studied the

I won’t meddle in Rena’s romantic life. Her choices are

faint. “Of course. I don’t employ money

from

Harold in many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise.

a man was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the contract, solidifying a

mantle of chief financial officer at

personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from

a moment’s hesitation, Darren inquired. “Waylen, I have a question. When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your paths

at first sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you might find this hard to believe.

brow, aware that prying further from

Darren’s departure, Waylen stood in silence, his gaze

at Waylen. He had

Darren

rested on

to the company, he attended to

arrival, Darren hesitated to address her.

threshold. Though visibly distressed, he struggled to maintain his composure.

cause.

instant, Rena emerged from the bedroom, her

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amicable relationship, and Rena held

momentarily dazed, her voice soft as

intensity

at home, Rena

her long, slender legs held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while brown round-frame glasses bestowed upon her a youthful aura, rendering her

She was beautiful.

had

expertly navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations, Harold found himself scrutinizing

he once deemed her plain and indifferent, a

had once overlooked, seemed destined for another’s

hesitated to part from Rena, a

talk,” he said, his voice soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled, momentarily struggled

intervention, the awkward atmosphere compelled him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena

unwavering focus remained

enunciated, “Mr. Gordon,

faltered briefly, grappling with this unexpected predicament. Rena retreated to her room and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed tone, she

stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly

“Do you like him?”

her longstanding affection for him was widely known, she had

current companionship might not logically concern Harold, her entanglement with another had seemingly drawn

faltered,

Group on the condition that

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pride manifested as a sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The hold on

prompting his unanticipated visit. But what was their relationship? And why was Harold

Harold? What are your intentions?

into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful souls,

voice grew husky. “Before

Harold stood taken aback.

across his features, for Rena had gleaned his

forming a connection with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as the Moore Group amassed staggering debts, the blame would

plan lay

Rena’s well-being seemingly safeguarded, Harold’s reactions had

distinct purpose, he grappled with his own motives.

streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged huskily. “You can go

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