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.

lips as he inquired. “Mr. Fowler,

Waylen lifted his gaze.

his expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over

Gordon, you can call me Waylen. I have a matter

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.

this, Darren

right mind could

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

maintained his composure, sipping his

offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t go to such

slid another document

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

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

Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing

he had initially conceived. Certain figures

his gaze, he fixated on Waylen, his disbelief

air of calm detachment,

“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

One billion dollars…

sweat coated

financial 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 worked for the Moore Group for decades, he presumed the family would

Darren’s

faint smile graced Waylen’s lips as 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

was skilled in the

a certain measure

the projections were based on reliable data,

Darren hesitated.

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

by Waylen‘s taunt,

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

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

taunt,

down, he studied

sand. “Business remains business I won’t

I don’t employ money

Waylen from head

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

chase after a man was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended

he would assume the mantle of

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

moment’s hesitation, Darren inquired. “Waylen, I have a question. When did you develop feelings for

first sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

that prying further

in silence, his gaze following

at Waylen. He had failed

hadn’t seen Darren the night he passed

rested on

company, he

Darren hesitated to address her. Before

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

cause.

bedroom, her surprise evident as

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two families enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held affection for Harold,

soft as she inquired. “You’ve come to see

Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over

a short pajama set at home, Rena exuded a

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

She was beautiful.

had been

as a man coveting her affections emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations,

he once deemed her plain and indifferent, a captivating allure now radiated

delectable cake, which he had once overlooked,

part from Rena, a characteristic flaw

his voice soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled,

intervene, gently asserting,

unwavering focus remained

Harold enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I

to her room and donned a knitted

Rena’s arm was

“Do you like him?”

longstanding affection for him was widely known, she had never

Harold, her entanglement with another had seemingly drawn his

her arm, Rena faltered, met with an unexpectedly

condition that Mr.

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sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The

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

What are your intentions? You know I

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

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

Harold stood taken aback.

across his features, for

with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as the

however, his plan

Rena’s well-being seemingly safeguarded,

with his own motives. Rena

After a protracted silence, his voice emerged

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