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.

fleeting smile graced Darren’s lips as he inquired. “Mr. Fowler, is there something significant

Waylen lifted his gaze.

and geniality sweeping over his

call me Waylen. I have a matter I’d like to discuss with you. My apologies

the chase, his smile unwavering. “There’s financial information pertaining to the Moore Group. As the Chief Financial Officer, I trust you’re well-acquainted with the

Darren

man in his right mind

and he perceived Waylen as brash. Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen aiding his rival in Love was inconceivable. Either he was mistaken, or Waylen was operating outside the

his composure, sipping his

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

slid another document

invest one billion dollars in the Moore Group. However, there’s a stipulation. You must depart

Darren’s surprise was evident.

such an exorbitant sum on him, an aging

grew with each passing moment as he studied the information before

state of the Moore Group was far graver than he had initially conceived. Certain

he fixated on Waylen, his disbelief

an air of calm

“Mr. Gordon.”

financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four

One billion dollars…

sweat

Moore Group, the responsibility would inevitably fall on his shoulders. Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore family could be so ruthless. Having worked for the Moore

perceived Darren’s

“Mr. Gordon, take a sip to steady yourself. In truth, this is a minor hiccup. It’s merely the prologue. If we intervene in time, repercussions can be averted. The Moore

skilled in the art of

certain measure

reliable data, they forecasted events years in

Darren hesitated.

you’re a friend of the Moore family.

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

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

eyes shining. “Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore family.

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

his glass in a single gulp. Setting it down, he studied

last, Darren drew his line in the sand. “Business remains business I won’t meddle

I don’t

from

Waylen surpassed Harold in many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As

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

would assume the mantle of

personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from a high-born man

When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your

sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

gazed at the man before him, whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you might find this hard to believe. I owe

prying

in silence, his

at Waylen. He had failed

Darren the night he

rested on Waylen’s

to the company, he attended to

Darren hesitated to address her. Before he could decide, the

answered, revealing a disheveled Harold on the threshold. Though visibly distressed, he struggled to maintain his composure. “I’m

astutely surmised the cause. With a subtle sigh, she granted

Rena emerged from the bedroom, her surprise evident as she laid eyes

Chapter: 1387

amicable relationship, and Rena held affection for

as she inquired. “You’ve come to

bore into Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over her

short pajama set at home, Rena exuded a delicate

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.

her had

her affections emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore Group’s

deemed her plain and indifferent,

he had once overlooked,

to part from Rena, a characteristic flaw

said, his voice soft but brimming with gravity.

the awkward atmosphere compelled him to intervene, gently

unwavering focus

enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I

donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed tone, she said, “All right, we can talk

stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly

“Do you like him?”

Rena momentarily befuddled. Though her longstanding affection for him was widely

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

to extricate her arm, Rena faltered, met with

condition that Mr. Gordon

Chapter: 1388

sharp rebuke.

her realization dawning that Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what was their relationship?

the situation. “What about you, Harold? What are your intentions? You know I harbor feelings for you, yet you persistently keep me

Two youthful

silence, Rena’s voice grew husky. “Before your inquiry,

Harold stood taken aback.

his features, for

his designs revolved around forming a connection with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as the Moore Group

plan lay

crisis had been averted and Rena’s well-being seemingly safeguarded, Harold’s

he grappled with his own motives. Rena

dim glow of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted

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