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 you wish to

Waylen lifted his gaze.

instant, his expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over

Gordon, you can call me Waylen. I have a matter I’d like to discuss with you.

smile unwavering. “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

this, Darren was

his right mind could be this

as brash. Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena,

inwardly shocked, Darren maintained his composure, sipping his tea with calculated

he offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t go

another document

there’s a stipulation. You must depart from

Darren’s surprise was evident.

to spend such an exorbitant sum

private room, Darren’s astonishment grew with each

initially conceived.

gaze, he fixated on Waylen,

air of calm detachment,

“Mr. Gordon.”

I predict the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years. As for assigning blame… Do you

One billion dollars…

sweat

struggled to believe the Moore family could be so ruthless. Having worked for the Moore Group for decades, he presumed the family would

perceived Darren’s

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

was skilled in the art of

a certain measure of

reliable data, they forecasted events years in the

Darren hesitated.

a friend of the Moore family. This is your opportunity to assist them, isn’t

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

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

of the Moore family. This is your opportunity to

Waylen‘s taunt,

he studied the young man before him, a mere 25 years

business I won’t meddle in Rena’s romantic

was faint. “Of course. I

Waylen from head

Harold in many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As a father,

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

would assume the mantle of chief financial officer at the

Waylen personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply

develop feelings for Rena? From what

first sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

you might find this hard to believe.

prying further from

stood in silence, his gaze following

gnawed at Waylen. He had failed

truth, Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night

blame rested on Waylen’s

to the company, he attended to his

address

distressed, he

the cause. With a subtle sigh, she granted Harold

emerged from the bedroom, her surprise evident as

Chapter: 1387

and Rena held affection for Harold, though

stood momentarily dazed, her voice soft as she inquired. “You’ve

a searing intensity sweeping over her from head

a short pajama set at home, Rena exuded

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,

She was beautiful.

had been based solely on

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

he once deemed her plain and indifferent, a captivating allure

once overlooked, seemed destined

to part from Rena, a

but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled,

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

unwavering focus remained on

Gordon,

predicament. Rena retreated to her room and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In

arm was

“Do you like him?”

left Rena momentarily befuddled. Though her longstanding affection for him was widely known, she had never acted

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

her arm, Rena faltered, met with

is willing to invest a billion dollars into the Moore Group on the condition that Mr. Gordon joins the Fowler

Chapter: 1388

as a sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The hold

Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit.

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

eyes. Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged

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

Harold stood taken aback.

for Rena had gleaned

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

his plan

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

purpose, he grappled with his own

the dim glow of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged

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