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.

lips as he inquired. “Mr. Fowler, is there something significant

Waylen lifted his gaze.

instant, his expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over

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

chase, his smile unwavering. “There’s financial information pertaining to the Moore Group. As the Chief Financial Officer, I trust you’re

this, Darren was

in his right mind could

talent before him, 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

Darren maintained his composure, sipping his tea with calculated

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

another document

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

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

private room, Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing

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

he fixated on Waylen,

Waylen exuded an air of calm detachment, as if handling matters

“Mr. Gordon.”

financial hole of a billion dollars in

One billion dollars…

sweat coated

to believe the Moore family could be so ruthless. Having worked for the Moore Group for decades, he presumed

perceived Darren’s

two glasses of 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 prologue. If we intervene in time, repercussions can be averted. The Moore Group will

in the

a certain measure of

data, they forecasted events

Darren hesitated.

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

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

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

shining. “Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore

Waylen‘s taunt,

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

sand. “Business remains business I won’t

course. I don’t

Waylen from

carrying himself with greater poise. As a father, Darren yearned for

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

the mantle of chief financial officer at the

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

moment’s hesitation, Darren inquired. “Waylen, I have a question. When did you develop

sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

before him, whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you might find this hard to believe. I owe you

Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from Waylen

Waylen stood in silence, his gaze

Waylen.

Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night he passed

rested on

company, he attended to

Darren hesitated to address her. Before

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

the cause. With a

instant, Rena emerged from the bedroom, her surprise evident as

Chapter: 1387

and Rena held affection for

her voice soft as she inquired. “You’ve come

Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over

pajama set at home, Rena exuded

arms bore an alluring tenderness, and her long, slender legs held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown

She was beautiful.

estimation of her had been based

navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations,

indifferent, a captivating allure now radiated from

he had once overlooked, seemed destined for

a characteristic flaw

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

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

unwavering focus remained on

enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I wish to converse with her

room and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed tone, she said, “All

Rena’s arm

“Do you like him?”

query left Rena momentarily befuddled. Though her longstanding affection for him was widely known, she had never acted on her feelings or

concern Harold, her entanglement with another had seemingly drawn

extricate her arm, Rena faltered, met with an unexpectedly strong

invest a billion dollars into the Moore Group on the condition that Mr. Gordon joins the Fowler Group. Is this the

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pride manifested as a sharp

unanticipated visit. But what was their relationship? And why was Harold treating

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

Two youthful souls,

grew husky. “Before your inquiry, had you already considered

Harold stood taken aback.

his features, for Rena had gleaned his

connection with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the

plan lay

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

with a distinct purpose, he grappled with his own motives. Rena saw through

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

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