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, is there something significant you

Waylen lifted his gaze.

shifted, warmth and geniality

Waylen. I

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

this, Darren was taken

his right

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 was mistaken, or Waylen

maintained his composure, sipping his tea with

you shouldn’t go to

another

there’s a stipulation. You must depart from the Moore Group and join the

Darren’s surprise was evident.

was prepared to spend such an

the private room, Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing moment as

initially

fixated on Waylen, his

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

“Mr. Gordon.”

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

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat coated

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

perceived Darren’s

steady yourself. In truth, this is a minor hiccup. It’s merely the prologue. If we intervene in time, repercussions can

skilled in the

a certain measure of

data, they forecasted events years

Darren hesitated.

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

taunt, Darren’s resolve

down, he studied the young man before

of the Moore family. This is your opportunity

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

single 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 are hers to

faint. “Of course. I

Waylen from

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

contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the contract, solidifying a billion-dollar

the mantle of chief financial officer

Darren prepared to depart, Waylen personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from a high-born man was not

did you develop

sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

aware that prying further from Waylen would yield

in silence, his

gnawed at Waylen.

hadn’t seen Darren the night

blame rested on Waylen’s

company,

address her. Before he could

answered, revealing a disheveled Harold on the threshold. Though visibly distressed,

cause. With a subtle

bedroom, her

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held affection for

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

Rena, a searing intensity

a short pajama set at home,

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

She was beautiful.

of her had been

man coveting her affections emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore

indifferent, a captivating allure now

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

a characteristic flaw often attributed to

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

him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena is not involved in

focus remained on

words deliberate, Harold enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I

Rena retreated to her room and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed

stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly seized

“Do you like him?”

was widely known, she had

logically concern Harold, her entanglement with another had seemingly drawn his

Rena faltered, met with

condition that

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as a sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The hold on Rena’s

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

“What about you, Harold? What are your intentions? You know I

gazed into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful

“Before your inquiry, had you already considered accepting

Harold stood taken aback.

for Rena had gleaned

trust. Over the

his plan

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

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

a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted

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