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.

warmth and geniality sweeping over his

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

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, quite devotedly. So I

Darren was

right mind could be this

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 composure, sipping

he offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t go

another

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

prepared to spend such an exorbitant sum on him, an aging

Darren’s astonishment grew with each

he had initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers down his

fixated on

exuded an air of calm detachment,

“Mr. Gordon.”

financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years.

One billion dollars…

sweat

officer of the Moore Group, the responsibility would inevitably fall on his shoulders. Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore family could be so ruthless. Having worked for the Moore Group for decades, he presumed the family

Darren’s internal

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

skilled in the

certain measure of

data, they forecasted events years in the

Darren hesitated.

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

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

it down, he studied the young man

friend of the Moore family.

taunt, Darren’s

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

line in the sand. “Business remains business I

was faint. “Of course. I don’t employ

from

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

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

assume the mantle of chief financial officer

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

develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your paths haven’t crossed all that

first sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

the man before him, whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you might find this

creased Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from

departure, Waylen stood in silence, his gaze following

gnawed at Waylen.

Darren the night

rested on

company, he

address

distressed,

surmised the cause. With a subtle sigh, she

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

Chapter: 1387

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

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

a searing intensity sweeping

at home,

A cascade of thick

She was beautiful.

of her had been based solely on

her affections emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore

deemed her plain and indifferent, a captivating allure

he had once overlooked,

Rena, a characteristic flaw often attributed

said, his voice soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled, momentarily struggled to process

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

focus remained

“Mr. Gordon, I wish to converse with

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 right, we can

arm

“Do you like him?”

longstanding affection for him was widely known,

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

faltered, met

Moore Group on the condition that

Chapter: 1388

wounded pride manifested as a sharp rebuke.

prompting his unanticipated visit. But what was their relationship? And why was

intentions? You know I harbor feelings for you, yet you persistently keep me at

Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged

grew husky. “Before

Harold stood taken aback.

for Rena had

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

plan

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

he grappled with his own

Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his

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