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 something significant you

Waylen lifted his gaze.

instant, his expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over his features once

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

into 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

Darren

in his right mind could be this

Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the

his composure, sipping

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

another document

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

spend such an exorbitant

each passing moment as he studied the information

initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers down his spine,

his gaze, he fixated on Waylen, his

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

“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 have any potential candidates

One billion dollars…

sweat coated

Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore family could

perceived Darren’s

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.

was skilled in the art

certain measure

reliable data, they forecasted events years in

Darren hesitated.

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

taunt,

gulp. Setting it down, he studied the young man before him, a mere 25

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

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s resolve

drained his glass in a single gulp. Setting it down, he studied

business I won’t meddle in Rena’s romantic life. Her

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

from head to

surpassed Harold in many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As a

was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren

the mantle of chief financial officer at

depart, Waylen personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from a high-born man was not

inquired. “Waylen, I have a question. When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your paths haven’t crossed all that

sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

that prying further from

departure, Waylen stood in silence, his gaze following

gnawed at Waylen. He had failed

Rena hadn’t seen Darren the

blame rested

the company, he attended

upon Rena‘s arrival, Darren hesitated to address her. Before he could decide,

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

the cause. With a subtle sigh, she

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

Chapter: 1387

amicable relationship, and Rena held affection

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

a searing intensity sweeping over her from head to

short pajama set at home, Rena exuded

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

She was beautiful.

estimation of her had been

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

indifferent, a captivating

cake, which he had once overlooked,

to part from Rena, a

but brimming

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

unwavering focus remained

“Mr. Gordon, I wish

faltered briefly, grappling with this unexpected predicament. Rena retreated to her room and donned a

arm was suddenly seized

“Do you like him?”

affection for him was widely known, she had never acted on

Harold, her entanglement with another had

faltered, met with

Moore Group on the condition that Mr. Gordon joins the

Chapter: 1388

wounded pride manifested as a sharp rebuke. “Answer

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

situation. “What about you, Harold? What are your intentions? You know I harbor feelings for you, yet you persistently keep me

gazed into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful souls,

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

Harold stood taken aback.

for Rena

Over the subsequent

plan lay

crisis had been averted and Rena’s well-being

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

the dim glow of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged huskily. “You

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