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.

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

Waylen lifted his gaze.

shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over his features once

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

Officer, I trust you’re well-acquainted with the details.

Darren was

in his right mind could be this

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

Darren maintained his composure, sipping his tea

he offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t

another

Moore Group. However, there’s a stipulation. You

Darren’s surprise was evident.

was prepared to spend such an

the private room, Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing moment as he

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

his gaze, he fixated on Waylen,

air of calm detachment, as if

“Mr. Gordon.”

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

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat coated Darren’s

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

perceived Darren’s internal

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

certain measure of

the projections were based on reliable data, they forecasted

Darren hesitated.

friend of the Moore family. This is your opportunity to assist

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

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

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

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

gulp. Setting it down, he studied the young man before

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

I don’t employ money to

Waylen from head

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

man was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren

the mantle of chief financial officer at the Fowler

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

develop feelings for Rena? From what

first sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

“Mr. Gordon, you

that prying further from

Waylen stood in

Waylen. He had failed

truth, Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night he passed

rested on Waylen’s

return to the company, he attended to

evening, upon Rena‘s arrival, Darren hesitated to address

on the threshold. Though visibly distressed, he

the cause. With

Rena emerged from the bedroom, her surprise evident

Chapter: 1387

enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held affection for Harold, though their connection was not particularly

as she inquired.

gaze bore into Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over her from head

at home,

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

She was beautiful.

had been based

coveting her affections emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore

her plain and indifferent,

which he had once overlooked, seemed

Rena, a characteristic flaw

his voice soft but brimming with gravity. Rena,

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

focus

“Mr. Gordon,

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

Rena’s arm was suddenly seized by

“Do you like him?”

query left Rena momentarily befuddled. Though her longstanding affection for him was widely known, she

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

to extricate her arm, Rena faltered,

the condition that Mr. Gordon joins the Fowler Group. Is this the stipulation you negotiated with

Chapter: 1388

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

his unanticipated visit. But what was

situation. “What about you, Harold? What are your intentions? You know I

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

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

Harold stood taken aback.

across his features, for Rena had gleaned his

designs revolved around forming a 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 lay

the Moore Group’s crisis had been averted and Rena’s well-being

he grappled with

rigid. After a protracted silence, his

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