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.

fleeting smile graced Darren’s lips as he inquired. “Mr. Fowler, is there something significant you wish

Waylen lifted his gaze.

his expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping

“Mr. Gordon, you can call me Waylen. I have a

their seats. Waylen cut to the chase, his smile unwavering. “There’s 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.

Darren was

in his right mind

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 he was mistaken, or Waylen was operating outside

composure,

he offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t

slid another

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

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

with each passing moment

dire state of the Moore Group was far graver than he had initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers down his spine, evoking both

he fixated on Waylen,

calm detachment, as

“Mr. Gordon.”

Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years. As for assigning blame… Do you

One billion dollars…

sweat coated

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

perceived Darren’s

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

in the

certain measure of

projections were based on reliable data, they forecasted events years in the

Darren hesitated.

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

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

drained his glass in a single gulp. Setting it down, he studied the young man before him, a mere 25 years

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

Waylen‘s taunt,

down, he studied the young

last, Darren drew his line in the sand. “Business remains business I

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

Waylen from head to

in many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise.

after a man was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation,

mantle of chief financial officer

of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble

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

first sight… Darren

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from Waylen

stood in silence, his

Waylen. He

seen Darren the night

blame rested on

Darren’s return to the company, he attended to his

hesitated to address

answered, revealing a disheveled Harold on the threshold. Though visibly distressed, he struggled to maintain his composure. “I’m here to see

cause.

her surprise evident as she

Chapter: 1387

Rena held affection for Harold, though their connection was not particularly

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

intensity sweeping over her from head

at home,

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

She was beautiful.

Harold’s estimation of her had been based solely

navigated the Moore Group’s

and indifferent, a captivating allure now radiated

he had once

part from Rena, a characteristic flaw

his voice soft but brimming with gravity. Rena,

perceptive intervention, the awkward atmosphere compelled him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena is not involved

unwavering focus remained

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

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

stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly

“Do you like him?”

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

current companionship might not logically concern Harold, her entanglement

Rena faltered,

into the Moore Group on the condition

Chapter: 1388

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

his unanticipated visit. But

about you, Harold? What are your intentions? You know I harbor feelings for

gazed into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful

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

Harold stood taken aback.

for

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

plan lay in

had been averted and Rena’s well-being

a distinct purpose, he grappled with his

rigid. After

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