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,

Waylen lifted his gaze.

instant, his expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over his features once

Waylen. I have a matter I’d like to discuss with you. My apologies for

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

this, Darren was

his right mind could be this

and he perceived Waylen as brash. Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen aiding his rival in Love was inconceivable. Either he was mistaken, or Waylen was operating outside the bounds

his composure,

you shouldn’t go

another

in the Moore Group. However, there’s a stipulation. You must depart from the Moore

Darren’s surprise was evident.

spend such an exorbitant sum on him, an aging

room, Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing

Moore Group was far graver than he had initially conceived. Certain figures

gaze, he fixated on Waylen, his

Waylen exuded an air of calm detachment, as

“Mr. Gordon.”

this trajectory, I predict the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in

One billion dollars…

sweat coated

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 would not

Darren’s internal

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

was skilled in the

felt a certain measure of

data, they forecasted events years in the

Darren hesitated.

friend of the Moore family. This is your opportunity

taunt, Darren’s resolve

studied the young

friend of the Moore family. This is your opportunity to

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

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

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

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

scrutinized Waylen from head

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

approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the contract, solidifying

he would assume the mantle of chief financial officer at the Fowler

that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from

have a question. When did you develop feelings

at first sight… Darren

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

you

Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from Waylen

Waylen stood in silence, his gaze following

Waylen. He had failed

seen Darren

blame rested

Darren’s return to the company,

to address her. Before he could decide, the doorbell

the threshold. Though visibly distressed, he struggled to maintain his composure. “I’m here to

the cause. With a subtle sigh, she granted

that instant, Rena emerged from the bedroom, her surprise

Chapter: 1387

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

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

gaze bore into Rena, a searing intensity

a short pajama set at home, Rena

tenderness, and her long, slender legs held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders,

She was beautiful.

her had been based solely on

her affections emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations, Harold found himself

her plain and indifferent,

which he had once overlooked, seemed destined for another’s

hesitated to part from Rena, a

brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled, momentarily struggled to

to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold,

focus remained on

Gordon, I wish to

briefly, grappling with this unexpected predicament. Rena retreated to her room and donned a

Rena’s arm

“Do you like him?”

affection for him was widely known, she had never

Harold, her

her arm, Rena faltered, met with an unexpectedly strong

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

Chapter: 1388

manifested as a sharp rebuke. “Answer

been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what was their relationship? And why was Harold treating

your intentions? You know I harbor feelings for you,

into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful

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

Harold stood taken aback.

etched across his features, for Rena

his designs revolved around forming a connection with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as

however, his plan lay

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

with his own motives. Rena saw through his

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

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