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,

Waylen lifted his gaze.

shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over his features once

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

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

this, Darren was

right mind could be

heard of the emerging legal talent before him, and he perceived Waylen as brash. Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion

his composure, sipping his tea

offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t go to

slid another document

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 an exorbitant sum

with each passing moment

state of the Moore Group was far graver than he had initially conceived. Certain figures

he fixated on

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

“Mr. Gordon.”

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

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat coated Darren’s

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

Darren’s

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 have a bright future. It would be Like killing two birds with one

was skilled in the art of

certain

reliable data, they forecasted events years

Darren hesitated.

friend of the

taunt, Darren’s resolve

studied the young man before him, a

friend of the Moore family. This

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

he studied the young man before him,

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

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

from head

aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As

After contemplation,

assume the mantle of chief financial officer

of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A

hesitation, Darren inquired. “Waylen, I have a question. When did you develop

at first sight… Darren

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

“Mr. Gordon, you might find this hard to

aware that prying further

stood in silence, his gaze

gnawed at Waylen. He had failed

Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night

blame rested on

Darren’s return to the company, he attended to

hesitated to address her. Before he could decide, the

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

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

emerged from the bedroom, her

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

stood momentarily dazed, her voice soft as she inquired. “You’ve

Rena, a searing intensity

at

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

She was beautiful.

had been

expertly navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations, Harold found himself scrutinizing Rena with

indifferent, a captivating

delectable cake, which he had once

a

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

awkward atmosphere compelled him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena is not involved in company

focus

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

and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed tone, she said, “All right,

the stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly seized

“Do you like him?”

left Rena momentarily befuddled. Though her longstanding affection for him was widely known, she had never

might not logically concern Harold, her entanglement with another

arm, Rena faltered, met

condition

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wounded pride manifested as a sharp rebuke.

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

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

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

grew husky. “Before your

Harold stood taken aback.

his features, for Rena had gleaned his

the subsequent years, as the Moore

however, his plan lay in

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

with his

Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged

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