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,

Waylen lifted his gaze.

shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over

smile. “Mr. Gordon, you can call me Waylen. I have a

seats. Waylen 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 close connection with Rena. She holds affection for Harold, quite devotedly. So I wish

this, Darren was taken

his right mind could be

believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen aiding his rival in Love was inconceivable. Either he was mistaken,

inwardly shocked, Darren maintained his composure, sipping his tea

“Waylen, you shouldn’t go to such

another

dollars 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.

was prepared to spend such

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

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

his gaze, he fixated

an air of calm

“Mr. Gordon.”

fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat coated Darren’s

Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore family could

Darren’s

faint smile graced 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

skilled in the

a certain measure of

data, they forecasted events

Darren hesitated.

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

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

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

Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore family. This is

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

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

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

faint. “Of course. I don’t employ money to manipulate

from head to

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

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

mantle of

depart, Waylen personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren.

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

at first sight… Darren

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

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

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

at Waylen. He had failed

Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night he

rested

return to the company, he attended to his

evening, upon Rena‘s arrival, Darren hesitated to address her. Before he could decide, the doorbell

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

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

from the bedroom, her surprise evident as she

Chapter: 1387

two families enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held affection for Harold, though their connection was not

voice soft as she inquired. “You’ve come to see my

into Rena, a searing intensity sweeping

at home, Rena

A cascade of thick brown

She was beautiful.

of her had been based

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

plain and indifferent, a captivating allure now radiated from

delectable cake, which he had once overlooked, seemed destined for

Rena, a characteristic

brimming with

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

focus remained

“Mr. Gordon, I

unexpected predicament. Rena retreated to her room and donned a knitted

arm

“Do you like him?”

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

logically concern Harold, her entanglement with another

Rena faltered, met with an unexpectedly strong

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

Chapter: 1388

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

been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what

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

Two youthful souls, equally impassioned,

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

Harold stood taken aback.

features, for Rena had

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

plan

been averted and Rena’s well-being

grappled with his own motives. Rena saw

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

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