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.

instant, his expression shifted, warmth and geniality

me Waylen. I have a

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

in his right mind could be

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

shocked, Darren maintained his composure, sipping

offered, “Waylen, you

slid another

to invest one billion dollars in the Moore Group. However, there’s a stipulation. You must depart from the Moore Group

Darren’s surprise was evident.

spend such an exorbitant sum

each passing moment as

Moore Group was far graver than he had initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers down

his gaze, he fixated

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

“Mr. Gordon.”

this trajectory, I predict the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years. As for assigning blame… Do

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat

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 not ignore

Darren’s

is a minor hiccup. It’s merely the prologue.

skilled in

felt a certain

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

Darren hesitated.

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

Waylen‘s taunt,

studied the young man before him, a mere

you’re a friend of the Moore

taunt, Darren’s resolve

Setting it down, he studied the young man before

sand. “Business remains business I won’t meddle in Rena’s

I don’t employ money to

scrutinized Waylen from head

carrying himself with greater poise. As a father, Darren yearned

After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the contract, solidifying a billion-dollar deal for the Moore

assume the mantle of chief financial

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

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

first sight… Darren was

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

you might find this

prying further

Darren’s departure, Waylen stood in silence, his

Waylen. He

truth, Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night he

blame rested

to the company, he

hesitated to address her. Before he

Though visibly distressed, he struggled to maintain his composure. “I’m here to

the cause. With a subtle sigh, she

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

Chapter: 1387

relationship, and Rena held affection for Harold, though

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

searing intensity sweeping over her from

short pajama set at home, Rena

thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while brown round-frame glasses

She was beautiful.

Harold’s estimation of her had been based solely on

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

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

he had once overlooked, seemed destined for another’s

to part from Rena, a

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

compelled him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena

focus remained

“Mr. Gordon, I wish to

faltered briefly, grappling with this unexpected predicament. Rena retreated to her room and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed tone, she said,

arm was suddenly

“Do you like him?”

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

companionship might not logically concern Harold, her entanglement with another had seemingly drawn his

to extricate her arm, Rena faltered, met with

dollars into the Moore Group on the condition that Mr. Gordon joins the Fowler Group. Is this the

Chapter: 1388

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

blinked, her realization dawning that Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit.

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

eyes. Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged tense

husky. “Before

Harold stood taken aback.

his features, for Rena had gleaned his

Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as the Moore

however, his plan lay

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

with his own

rigid. After a

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