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. Fowler, is there something

Waylen lifted his gaze.

and geniality

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

“There’s financial information pertaining to the Moore Group. As the Chief Financial Officer, I trust you’re well-acquainted with the details. And I… I share a close connection

this, Darren

his right mind could be this

Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen aiding his rival in Love was inconceivable. Either

composure, sipping his tea with calculated

“Waylen, you shouldn’t go to

another document

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

Waylen was prepared to spend such an exorbitant

with each passing moment as

state of the Moore Group was far graver than he had initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers down his

his gaze, he fixated on Waylen,

contrast, Waylen exuded an air of calm detachment,

“Mr. Gordon.”

will fall into a financial hole of a billion

One billion dollars…

sweat

of the Moore Group, the responsibility would inevitably fall on his shoulders. Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore

perceived Darren’s internal

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 will

was skilled in the art

felt a certain

reliable data, they

Darren hesitated.

of the Moore family. This is your

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

he studied the young man before him,

Waylen approached, eyes shining. “Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

studied the young man before

his line in the sand. “Business remains business I won’t meddle

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

scrutinized Waylen from head

many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As a father, Darren yearned for

dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the contract,

turn, he would assume the mantle of chief financial officer at the

out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from a high-born man was not to be

develop feelings

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 you

Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from Waylen

Darren’s departure, Waylen stood in silence,

Waylen. He had failed

hadn’t seen Darren the

blame rested

the company,

Darren hesitated to address

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

darkened, and Eloise astutely surmised the cause. With a

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

Chapter: 1387

families enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held affection

as she

into Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over her from head to

a short pajama set at home,

arms bore an alluring tenderness, and her long, slender legs held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while brown round-frame glasses bestowed

She was beautiful.

of her had been based solely on

as a man coveting her affections emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations, Harold found himself

he once deemed her plain and indifferent, a captivating allure now radiated from

cake, which he had once overlooked, seemed destined

from Rena, a characteristic

he said, his voice soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled,

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

focus remained

Harold enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I

and donned a knitted coat before

stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly seized

“Do you like him?”

affection for him was

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

to extricate her arm, Rena faltered, met with an unexpectedly

the Moore Group on the condition that Mr. Gordon joins the Fowler Group. Is this the stipulation you

Chapter: 1388

sharp

stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what was their relationship?

to clarify the situation. “What about you, Harold? What are your intentions? You

into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged

husky. “Before your inquiry, had you already

Harold stood taken aback.

across his features, for Rena had gleaned

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

his plan lay

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

purpose, he grappled with his own motives. Rena saw through his

of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a

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