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.

fleeting smile graced Darren’s lips as he inquired. “Mr. Fowler,

Waylen lifted his gaze.

and geniality sweeping over his features once

can call me Waylen. I

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. So I wish to assist the Moore

Darren was

right mind

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

his composure,

cordially, he offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t go

another

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

to spend such an exorbitant sum on him, an

each passing moment as he studied the

than he had initially conceived. Certain figures

he fixated on

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

“Mr. Gordon.”

financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years. As

One billion dollars…

sweat coated Darren’s

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

Darren’s internal

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 can be averted. The Moore Group will be fine, and you will

skilled in the art

certain measure

on reliable data, they forecasted

Darren hesitated.

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

Waylen‘s taunt,

studied the young man before

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

by Waylen‘s taunt,

down, he studied the young man before him, a mere

last, Darren drew his line in the sand. “Business remains business I won’t meddle in Rena’s

“Of course. I don’t employ money

scrutinized Waylen from

Waylen surpassed Harold in many aspects, carrying himself with

approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature

assume the mantle of chief financial officer at the Fowler

of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from a high-born man was not to be

you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your

first sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

brow, aware that prying further from Waylen

Waylen stood in

Waylen. He had failed

truth, Rena hadn’t seen Darren the

rested

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

to address her. Before he could

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

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

Rena emerged from the bedroom, her surprise evident as she laid eyes

Chapter: 1387

Rena held affection for Harold, though their

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

a searing intensity

a 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, while brown round-frame glasses bestowed upon her

She was beautiful.

had

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

he once deemed her plain and indifferent, a captivating

which he had once overlooked, seemed destined for

from Rena, a

his voice soft but brimming with gravity. Rena,

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

focus remained

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

and donned a knitted coat

arm

“Do you like him?”

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

Harold, her entanglement with

arm, Rena faltered, met with an

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

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manifested as a sharp rebuke. “Answer me.”

Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated

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

gazed into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful

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

Harold stood taken aback.

features, for Rena had gleaned his

around forming a connection with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years,

plan lay

the Moore Group’s crisis had been averted and Rena’s well-being seemingly safeguarded,

with a distinct purpose, he grappled with his own motives.

After a protracted silence,

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