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.

Darren’s lips as he inquired. “Mr. Fowler, is there

Waylen lifted his gaze.

an instant, his expression shifted, warmth and geniality

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

Group. As the Chief Financial Officer, I trust you’re well-acquainted with the details. And I… I share a close connection

this, Darren was

man in his right

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 he was mistaken, or Waylen was operating

composure, sipping

he offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t go

another

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

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

Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing moment as he

than he had initially

he fixated on Waylen, his disbelief

of calm detachment, as if handling matters

“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

One billion dollars…

sweat coated

Moore family could be so ruthless. Having worked for the Moore Group for decades, he presumed the family would not ignore

perceived Darren’s

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

in the

felt a certain

based on reliable data, they forecasted events

Darren hesitated.

friend of

by Waylen‘s taunt,

studied the young man

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

taunt,

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

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

“Of course. I don’t employ money

scrutinized Waylen from head

in many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As

After contemplation, Darren appended his signature

the mantle of chief financial

that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture

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

first sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

brow, aware that prying further from Waylen would

in

Waylen. He had failed

hadn’t seen Darren the

rested on

return to the company,

evening, upon Rena‘s arrival, Darren hesitated to address

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

the cause. With a subtle sigh, she granted

her surprise evident as she laid eyes on

Chapter: 1387

amicable relationship, and Rena held affection for Harold, though their connection was

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

intensity sweeping over her

short pajama set at home, Rena exuded a delicate

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

She was beautiful.

her had been

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

her plain and indifferent, a captivating allure now radiated from

cake, which he had once overlooked, seemed

hesitated to part from Rena, a characteristic flaw

voice soft but brimming with gravity.

the awkward atmosphere compelled him to intervene, gently

focus

Harold enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I wish

room and donned a knitted

Rena’s arm was suddenly seized by

“Do you like him?”

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

her current companionship might not logically concern Harold, her entanglement

Rena faltered,

the condition that Mr. Gordon joins the Fowler Group. Is this the stipulation you negotiated

Chapter: 1388

a sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The hold on Rena’s arm

had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what was their relationship? And why

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

into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful souls,

grew husky. “Before your inquiry, had you

Harold stood taken aback.

etched across his features, for Rena had

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

plan lay

Rena’s well-being seemingly safeguarded, Harold’s reactions

with his own motives. Rena

stood rigid. After

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