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.

smile graced Darren’s lips as he inquired. “Mr.

Waylen lifted his gaze.

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

I

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,

this, Darren

right mind could be this

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

his composure, sipping his tea with calculated

“Waylen, you shouldn’t go to

slid another document

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

spend such an exorbitant sum on him, an aging

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

than he had initially conceived. Certain

fixated on Waylen, his disbelief

an air of calm

“Mr. Gordon.”

trajectory, I predict the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years. As for assigning

One billion dollars…

sweat

fall on his shoulders. Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore

Darren’s

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

was skilled in the

certain measure

on reliable data, they forecasted

Darren hesitated.

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

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

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

you’re a friend of the

by Waylen‘s taunt,

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

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

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

Waylen from

that Waylen surpassed Harold in many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As a father, Darren yearned for his daughter’s

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

he would assume the mantle of chief financial officer at

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 to be

did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your paths haven’t

sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

man before him, whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you might find

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

Darren’s departure, Waylen stood in

Waylen. He had

hadn’t seen Darren

rested on Waylen’s

to the company, he attended to

to address her. Before

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

the cause. With a subtle sigh, she granted

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

Chapter: 1387

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

her voice soft as

gaze bore into Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over her

pajama set at home,

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

She was beautiful.

estimation of her had been

emerged, having expertly navigated the

deemed her plain and indifferent, a captivating allure now

once overlooked, seemed destined for

from Rena, a characteristic

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

perceptive intervention, the awkward atmosphere compelled him to intervene, gently

unwavering focus remained on

enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I wish to converse with

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

arm was

“Do you like him?”

momentarily befuddled. Though her longstanding affection for him was widely known, she had never acted on her feelings

current companionship might not logically concern Harold, her

Rena faltered,

willing to invest a billion dollars into the Moore Group on the condition that Mr. Gordon joins

Chapter: 1388

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

his unanticipated visit. But what was their relationship? And why was Harold

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

eyes. Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged tense

voice grew husky. “Before your inquiry, had you already

Harold stood taken aback.

across his features, for Rena had gleaned his

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

however, his plan lay

been averted and Rena’s well-being

purpose, he grappled with his

stood rigid. After a

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