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, is there something significant

Waylen lifted his gaze.

warmth and geniality sweeping over his

me Waylen. I have a matter

Officer, I trust you’re well-acquainted with the details. And I… I share a close connection with Rena. She holds affection for

this, Darren

right mind could be this

perceived Waylen as brash. Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen aiding his rival

composure, sipping his tea with

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

slid another document

However, there’s a stipulation.

Darren’s surprise was evident.

to spend such an exorbitant

astonishment grew with each passing moment as he studied the

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

fixated on Waylen,

calm detachment, as if

“Mr. Gordon.”

into a financial hole of a billion dollars in

One billion dollars…

sweat coated Darren’s

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,

perceived Darren’s

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

was skilled in

felt a certain measure

on reliable data, they forecasted

Darren hesitated.

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

taunt,

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

you’re a friend of the Moore family. This is your

taunt, Darren’s resolve

Setting it down, he studied the young man before

his line in the sand. “Business remains business I

I don’t employ

scrutinized Waylen from head to

himself with greater

was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature

of chief financial

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

develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your paths haven’t crossed all that

first sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from Waylen

in silence,

Waylen. He had

Darren the night

blame rested

Darren’s return to the company, he attended

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

distressed, he struggled

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

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

Chapter: 1387

Rena held affection for

as she inquired. “You’ve come

a searing intensity sweeping over her from head

short pajama set at

elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while brown round-frame glasses bestowed upon her a youthful aura, rendering her undeniably

She was beautiful.

her had been based solely on

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

her plain and indifferent, a

he had once

a

need to talk,” he said, his voice soft but brimming

intervention, the awkward atmosphere compelled him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena is

focus remained

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

Rena retreated to her room and donned a knitted coat

stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly

“Do you like him?”

him was widely

might not logically concern Harold,

to extricate her arm, Rena faltered, met

invest a billion dollars into the Moore Group on the condition that Mr.

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manifested as a sharp rebuke.

realization dawning that Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what was their relationship? And why was Harold treating

resolute, sought to clarify the situation. “What about you, Harold? What are your intentions? You know I harbor feelings for you, yet you persistently keep me at

Rena’s eyes. Two youthful

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

Harold stood taken aback.

for

connection with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as the Moore Group amassed staggering debts, the blame would inevitably fall

however, his plan lay in

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

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

After a protracted

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