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.

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

Waylen lifted his gaze.

and geniality sweeping over his

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

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 share a close connection with Rena. She holds affection for Harold,

Darren was taken

man in his right mind could be

of the emerging legal talent before him, and he perceived Waylen as brash. Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen aiding his rival

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

offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t

another document

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

billion dollars. Waylen was prepared to spend such

with each passing moment as he studied the information

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

his gaze, he fixated on Waylen, his

exuded an air of calm detachment,

“Mr. Gordon.”

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

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat coated Darren’s

on his shoulders. Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore family could be so

perceived Darren’s internal

smile graced Waylen’s lips as he poured two glasses 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 will be fine, and you will have a bright future. It would be Like killing two birds with

in the

certain measure of

data,

Darren hesitated.

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

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

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

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

taunt,

he studied the young man before him,

sand. “Business remains business I won’t meddle in Rena’s romantic life. Her choices are

“Of course. I don’t employ money to

from

with greater poise. As a father, Darren yearned

approach. After contemplation,

of chief

an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from a high-born man was

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

first sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

that prying

departure, Waylen stood in silence, his gaze

at Waylen. He had

hadn’t seen Darren the night

blame rested on Waylen’s

to the company, he

Darren hesitated to address her.

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

countenance darkened, and Eloise astutely surmised the cause. With a

bedroom, her surprise evident as she

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Rena held affection for Harold,

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

bore into Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over her from

set at home, Rena exuded a

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

She was beautiful.

had been based solely

the Moore Group’s tribulations, Harold

her plain and indifferent, a captivating allure now radiated from

he had once

Rena, a characteristic flaw

his voice soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled, momentarily

him to intervene,

unwavering focus remained

words deliberate, Harold enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I wish to converse

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

arm was

“Do you like him?”

momentarily befuddled. Though her longstanding affection for him was

her current companionship might not logically concern Harold, her entanglement

her arm, Rena faltered, met with an unexpectedly strong

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

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stunned. Harold’s wounded pride manifested as a sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The hold

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

intentions? You know I harbor

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

“Before your inquiry, had you

Harold stood taken aback.

for Rena had gleaned his

Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as the Moore Group amassed staggering debts, the blame would

his plan lay

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

with his own motives.

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

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