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 wish

Waylen lifted his gaze.

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

me Waylen. I have a matter I’d like to

Moore Group. As the Chief Financial Officer, I trust you’re well-acquainted with the details. And I… I share a close connection with Rena. She holds affection for Harold, quite devotedly. So I wish to

this, Darren

right

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

you shouldn’t go to

another

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

was prepared to spend such an exorbitant sum on him, an aging

astonishment grew with each passing moment

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

gaze, he fixated on Waylen, his

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

“Mr. Gordon.”

the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a

One billion dollars…

sweat coated Darren’s

believe the Moore family

perceived Darren’s

Waylen’s lips as he 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 fine, and you will have a bright future. It would be Like killing two birds with

skilled in the art of

certain

on reliable data, they forecasted events years in the

Darren hesitated.

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

taunt, Darren’s

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

you’re a friend of the

by Waylen‘s taunt,

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

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

was faint. “Of course. I don’t employ

from

with greater poise. As a father, Darren yearned for his

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

mantle of chief financial officer at the Fowler

that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from a high-born man was not

Darren inquired. “Waylen, I have a question. When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I

first sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you might find this hard to believe.

Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from Waylen would

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

Waylen. He

truth, Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night he passed

blame rested on Waylen’s

Darren’s return to the company, he

address her.

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

cause. With a subtle sigh,

that instant, Rena emerged from the bedroom, her surprise evident as she laid eyes

Chapter: 1387

families enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held affection

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

bore into Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over her from head to

a short pajama set at home,

enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown

She was beautiful.

of her had been based

the Moore Group’s tribulations, Harold found

deemed her plain and indifferent, a

cake, which he had once overlooked,

part from Rena, a characteristic flaw often

said, his voice soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled, momentarily struggled to

the awkward atmosphere compelled him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena is not involved in company

unwavering focus remained on

enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I wish to converse

and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed

arm was suddenly seized by

“Do you like him?”

affection for him was widely known, she had

current companionship might not logically concern Harold, her entanglement with another had seemingly drawn

Rena faltered, met with an unexpectedly

dollars into the Moore Group on the condition that Mr. Gordon joins the Fowler Group. Is this the stipulation you negotiated with

Chapter: 1388

wounded pride manifested as a sharp rebuke.

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

resolute, sought to clarify the situation. “What about you, Harold? What are your intentions? You know I harbor feelings for you, yet you persistently keep me at arm’s

gazed into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful

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

Harold stood taken aback.

for Rena had gleaned

with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as the Moore Group amassed

however, his plan lay in

the Moore Group’s crisis had been averted and Rena’s well-being seemingly safeguarded, Harold’s reactions

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

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

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