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.

Darren’s lips as he inquired. “Mr.

Waylen lifted his gaze.

his expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over

with a smile. “Mr. Gordon, you can call me Waylen. I have

into their seats. Waylen cut to 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

this, Darren was taken

right mind could be

feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen aiding his rival in Love was inconceivable. Either he was mistaken, or Waylen was operating outside the bounds of

composure, sipping his

you shouldn’t go

slid another document

a stipulation.

Darren’s surprise was evident.

billion dollars. Waylen was prepared to spend such an exorbitant sum on him, an aging

grew with each passing moment as

than he had initially conceived. Certain figures sent

he fixated on Waylen, his disbelief

exuded an air of calm detachment, as if

“Mr. Gordon.”

into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years. As for assigning blame… Do you have

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat coated Darren’s

he struggled to believe the Moore family could be so ruthless. Having worked for the Moore Group for decades, he presumed the family would not ignore their

perceived Darren’s

of red wine, handing one to Darren. “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 Group

was skilled in the art of

a certain

projections were based on reliable data, they forecasted events years in

Darren hesitated.

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

by Waylen‘s taunt,

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

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

Waylen‘s taunt,

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

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

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

from head

that Waylen surpassed Harold in many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As a father, Darren

dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the contract, solidifying a billion-dollar

assume the mantle of

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

develop feelings for Rena?

sight… Darren

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

creased Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from Waylen

departure, Waylen stood in silence, his gaze following

Waylen. He had failed

Darren the

blame rested

the company, he attended to his

Rena‘s arrival, Darren hesitated to address her. Before

Harold on the threshold. Though visibly distressed,

the cause.

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

Chapter: 1387

two families enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held

her voice soft as she inquired. “You’ve come

intensity sweeping over her from

set at

an alluring tenderness, and her long, slender legs held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while brown

She was beautiful.

Harold’s estimation of her had been based solely on

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

plain and indifferent, a captivating allure now radiated

which he had once overlooked, seemed destined for

from Rena, a characteristic

soft but brimming with gravity.

compelled him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena is not involved in company

unwavering focus

Gordon, I wish to converse with her

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

the stairs, Rena’s arm

“Do you like him?”

affection for him was widely known, she

her current companionship might not logically concern Harold,

faltered, met with

invest a billion dollars into the Moore Group on the condition that Mr. Gordon

Chapter: 1388

as a sharp rebuke. “Answer

ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what

you, Harold? What are your intentions? You know I harbor feelings for you, yet you persistently

Two youthful souls, equally

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

Harold stood taken aback.

his features, for Rena had

forming a connection with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as the

however, his plan lay in

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

with a distinct purpose, he grappled with

of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged huskily.

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