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 you wish

Waylen lifted his gaze.

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

Waylen. I have a matter I’d like to discuss with

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

Darren

right mind could

had heard of the emerging legal talent before 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

his composure, sipping his tea

offered, “Waylen, you

another

there’s a stipulation.

Darren’s surprise was evident.

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

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

dire state of the Moore Group was far graver than he had initially

he fixated on Waylen, his disbelief

an air of calm detachment, as if

“Mr. Gordon.”

voice remained composed. “With this trajectory, I predict the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars

One billion dollars…

sweat coated Darren’s

would inevitably fall on his shoulders. Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore family could be so ruthless. Having worked for the Moore Group for decades,

Darren’s internal

merely the prologue. If we intervene in time,

was skilled in the

certain measure of

on reliable data,

Darren hesitated.

Waylen approached, eyes shining. “Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore

taunt, Darren’s

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

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

taunt,

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

the sand. “Business remains business I won’t meddle in Rena’s

course. I don’t employ money to manipulate

scrutinized Waylen from head

many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As a

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

the mantle of chief financial

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

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

sight… Darren

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from Waylen

in silence, his gaze

gnawed at Waylen.

truth, Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night

blame rested on

return to the company, he attended

upon Rena‘s arrival, Darren hesitated to address her. Before he

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

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

from the bedroom, her surprise evident

Chapter: 1387

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

as she inquired.

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

short pajama set at home, Rena exuded a delicate

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

She was beautiful.

Harold’s estimation of her had been based solely

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

her plain and indifferent, a captivating allure now

he had once overlooked, seemed destined

hesitated to part from Rena, a characteristic flaw often attributed to

soft but brimming with gravity. Rena,

intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena

unwavering focus remained on

“Mr. Gordon,

her room and donned a knitted

the stairs, Rena’s arm was

“Do you like him?”

query left Rena momentarily befuddled. Though her longstanding affection for him was widely known, she

not logically concern Harold, her entanglement with another had seemingly

Rena faltered, met with an unexpectedly

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

Chapter: 1388

wounded pride manifested as a sharp

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

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

Two youthful

prolonged silence, Rena’s voice grew husky. “Before your

Harold stood taken aback.

his features, for

Over the subsequent years, as the Moore Group amassed staggering

his plan

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

grappled with his

dim glow of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged huskily. “You can go

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