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.

inquired. “Mr. Fowler, is there something significant

Waylen lifted his gaze.

shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over his

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

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

this, Darren was taken

in his right mind

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

composure, sipping his

you shouldn’t go to

another

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

was prepared to spend such an exorbitant

Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing moment as

had initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers down his spine, evoking both

he fixated on

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

“Mr. Gordon.”

remained composed. “With this trajectory, I predict the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years. As for assigning blame… Do you have any potential candidates

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat coated Darren’s

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

Darren’s

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

skilled in the

felt a certain measure of

on reliable data, they forecasted

Darren hesitated.

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

Waylen‘s taunt,

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

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

taunt, Darren’s

a single gulp. Setting it down, he studied

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

course. I

Waylen from head to

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

After contemplation, Darren

would assume the mantle of chief financial officer at the Fowler

ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from

have a question. When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your

sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

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

departure, Waylen stood in

Waylen. He

Rena hadn’t seen Darren the

blame rested on Waylen’s

return to the company, he attended

address her. Before he could decide,

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

the cause. With a subtle sigh,

her

Chapter: 1387

enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held

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

intensity

short pajama set at home, Rena exuded

cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while brown round-frame glasses bestowed upon

She was beautiful.

Harold’s estimation of her had been based solely

emerged, having expertly navigated the

indifferent, a captivating allure

cake, which he had once overlooked, seemed

to part from Rena, a characteristic flaw often attributed

his voice soft but brimming with gravity.

atmosphere compelled him to intervene, gently

focus remained

deliberate, Harold enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I wish to converse

faltered briefly, grappling with this unexpected predicament. Rena retreated to her room and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed tone, she said, “All right,

Rena’s arm was

“Do you like him?”

momentarily befuddled. Though her longstanding affection for him was widely known,

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.

Chapter: 1388

a sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The hold

her realization dawning that Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit.

What are your intentions? You know I

gazed into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged tense

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

Harold stood taken aback.

his features, for Rena

designs revolved around forming a connection with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years,

his plan lay

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

he grappled with

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

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