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.

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

Waylen lifted his gaze.

instant, his expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping

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

cut to the chase, his smile 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

Darren was taken

in his right mind could be

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,

his composure, sipping

he offered, “Waylen, you

slid another

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

dollars. Waylen was prepared to spend such an exorbitant sum

with each passing moment as he studied the information

far graver than he had initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers down his spine, evoking both anxiety and

his gaze, he fixated on

exuded an air of calm detachment,

“Mr. Gordon.”

into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat coated Darren’s

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 would

Darren’s

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

was skilled in the art of

certain measure

data, they forecasted events years in

Darren hesitated.

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

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

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

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

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

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

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

I don’t

Waylen from head

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

a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the

of chief financial officer

deeply resonated with Darren. A noble

I have a question. When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your paths haven’t crossed all

sight… Darren

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

gazed at the man before him, whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you might

brow, aware that prying further from

Darren’s departure, Waylen stood in silence, his gaze following

at Waylen. He had

Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night he passed

blame rested on

to the company,

arrival, Darren hesitated to address her. Before he could

revealing a disheveled Harold on the threshold. Though visibly distressed, he struggled to maintain

cause. With a subtle

the bedroom, her surprise evident as she laid

Chapter: 1387

relationship, and Rena held affection for Harold,

her voice soft as

a searing intensity

pajama set at home,

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

She was beautiful.

her had been based

navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations, Harold found himself scrutinizing Rena

indifferent, a captivating

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

hesitated to part from Rena, a characteristic flaw often attributed to

soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled, momentarily

compelled him to intervene, gently asserting,

focus remained

“Mr. Gordon, I wish to

to her room and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed tone, she

arm

“Do you like him?”

him was widely known, she had never acted on

Harold, her entanglement with another had seemingly

Rena faltered, met with an unexpectedly

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

Chapter: 1388

wounded pride manifested as a sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The hold on Rena’s arm

prompting his unanticipated visit. But

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

gazed into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful souls,

grew husky. “Before your inquiry, had you already

Harold stood taken aback.

for Rena

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

however, his plan lay

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

he grappled with his own motives. Rena saw through

stood rigid. After a protracted silence,

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