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.

Waylen lifted his gaze.

his expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping

Waylen. I have a matter I’d like to discuss with

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

this, Darren was taken

right

Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen aiding

maintained his composure, sipping his tea with calculated

cordially, he offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t go

another

there’s a stipulation. You must

Darren’s surprise was evident.

billion dollars. Waylen was prepared to spend such an exorbitant sum on him,

private room, Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing

Group was far graver than he had initially conceived.

gaze, he fixated on Waylen, his

of calm detachment, as if handling

“Mr. Gordon.”

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

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat coated

Moore family could be so ruthless. Having worked for

Darren’s

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,

skilled in the

a certain measure

based on reliable data, they forecasted events years

Darren hesitated.

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

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

studied the young man before him, a mere

“Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore family. This is your opportunity to assist them,

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

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

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

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

Waylen from

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

after a man was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the contract, solidifying

mantle of chief financial officer

Waylen personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from a high-born man was

hesitation, Darren inquired. “Waylen, I have a question. When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I

first sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you

prying further from Waylen would

stood in silence,

at Waylen. He had

Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night he passed

rested on Waylen’s

to the company, he attended to

hesitated to address

the threshold. Though visibly distressed, he struggled to

cause. With a

from the bedroom, her surprise evident as she laid eyes on

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Rena held affection for Harold, though their connection was

soft as she inquired.

into Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over her from head

short pajama set at home, Rena exuded

held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while brown round-frame glasses bestowed

She was beautiful.

her had been based

emerged, having expertly navigated the

deemed her plain and indifferent, a captivating

had once overlooked, seemed

to part from Rena, a characteristic flaw often attributed to

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

compelled him to intervene,

unwavering focus remained

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

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

stairs, Rena’s arm

“Do you like him?”

was widely known,

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

faltered, met with an unexpectedly strong

Moore Group on the condition that Mr.

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sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The hold on Rena’s arm turned

dawning that Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what

are your intentions? You know I harbor feelings for you, yet you persistently keep me at arm’s

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

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

Harold stood taken aback.

for Rena had gleaned

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 fall upon

however, his plan lay in

been averted and Rena’s well-being seemingly safeguarded, Harold’s reactions had become increasingly

purpose, he grappled with his

streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a

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