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.

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

Waylen lifted his gaze.

warmth and geniality sweeping

Waylen. I have a matter I’d

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.

Darren was taken

man in his right

him, and he perceived Waylen as brash. Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion

inwardly shocked, Darren maintained his composure, sipping his

“Waylen, you shouldn’t

slid another document

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

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

each passing moment as he studied the information

far graver than he had initially conceived. Certain figures sent

his gaze, he fixated

air of calm detachment,

“Mr. Gordon.”

predict the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat

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

Darren’s

poured 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 be

in the art

a certain measure of

based on reliable data, they forecasted events years

Darren hesitated.

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

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

he studied the young man before him, a mere 25

approached, eyes shining. “Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

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

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

smile was faint. “Of course. I

scrutinized Waylen from head to

carrying himself with greater poise. As

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

assume the mantle of chief

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

at first sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

him, whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you might find this hard

brow, aware that prying further from Waylen would

departure, Waylen stood in silence, his

at Waylen.

seen Darren the night he passed

blame rested on Waylen’s

to the company, he attended to

Darren hesitated to address her. Before he could decide, the

visibly distressed, he struggled to

and Eloise astutely surmised the cause. With a subtle sigh, she granted Harold

the bedroom, her

Chapter: 1387

enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held

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

a searing intensity sweeping over

a short pajama set at home, Rena exuded a delicate

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

She was beautiful.

her had been based solely on

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

her plain and indifferent, a captivating allure now

once overlooked, seemed

to part from Rena, a characteristic

soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled, momentarily struggled

intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena is not involved in company

unwavering focus remained on

Harold enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I wish to

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

Rena’s arm was suddenly

“Do you like him?”

longstanding affection for him was widely known, she had never acted on her feelings or

might not logically concern Harold, her

faltered, met with an unexpectedly strong

billion dollars into the Moore Group on the condition that Mr. Gordon

Chapter: 1388

sharp rebuke. “Answer

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

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

youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged

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

Harold stood taken aback.

across his features, for Rena had gleaned

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

his plan lay in

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

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

the dim glow of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged huskily. “You

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