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.

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

Waylen lifted his gaze.

shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over his

I have a

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

this, Darren was taken

man in his right mind could be

feelings for Rena, the notion

inwardly shocked, Darren maintained his composure, sipping his tea with calculated

“Waylen, you

slid another

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

Darren’s surprise was evident.

Waylen was prepared to spend such an exorbitant sum on

astonishment grew with each

he had initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers

his gaze, he fixated on Waylen, his

calm detachment, as

“Mr. Gordon.”

predict the 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…

clammy sweat

shoulders. Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore family could

Darren’s

faint smile graced Waylen’s lips 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 have a bright future. It would be Like killing two

in the art

a certain measure

data, they forecasted events years in

Darren hesitated.

a friend of the Moore family. This is your opportunity

by Waylen‘s taunt,

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

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

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

studied the young man before him, a mere 25 years

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

faint. “Of course. I don’t

scrutinized Waylen from head

himself with

a man was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the contract, solidifying a billion-dollar deal for the Moore

would assume the mantle of chief financial officer at the

personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated

you develop feelings for Rena? From

at first sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

gazed at the man before him, whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you

that prying

Waylen stood in silence, his

gnawed at Waylen.

truth, Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night he

rested

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

hesitated to address her.

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

surmised the cause. With a subtle sigh, she

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

Chapter: 1387

enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held affection for Harold, though their connection

stood momentarily dazed, her voice soft as she inquired.

into Rena, a searing intensity

pajama set at home, Rena exuded a

and her long, slender legs held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while brown round-frame glasses bestowed

She was beautiful.

estimation of her had been based solely on

emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations, Harold found

her plain and indifferent,

which he had once overlooked, seemed destined for another’s

to part from Rena, a characteristic flaw often attributed to

talk,” he said, his voice soft but brimming with gravity.

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

focus remained on

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

room and donned a

stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly seized

“Do you like him?”

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

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

Rena faltered, met

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

Chapter: 1388

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

prompting his unanticipated visit. But what was

“What about you, Harold? What are your intentions?

Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged tense

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

Harold stood taken aback.

features, for Rena had gleaned his

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

however, his plan lay in

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

with his own motives.

Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged huskily. “You

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