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 wish

Waylen lifted his gaze.

warmth and geniality

call me Waylen. I have a matter I’d like to discuss with

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

this, Darren was taken

man in his right mind could be

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

shocked, Darren maintained his composure, sipping his tea with

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

slid another

billion dollars in the Moore Group. However, there’s a stipulation. You must

Darren’s surprise was evident.

spend such an

Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing moment as he studied the information before

Group was far graver than he had initially conceived. Certain

fixated on

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

“Mr. Gordon.”

I predict the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less than

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat

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, he presumed the family would not ignore their

Darren’s internal

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

in the art

felt a certain measure

data, they forecasted events years in

Darren hesitated.

of the Moore family. This is your opportunity

by Waylen‘s taunt,

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

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

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

gulp. Setting it down, he studied the

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

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

Waylen from

surpassed Harold in many aspects, carrying himself with

a woman to chase after a man was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature

would assume the mantle of chief financial officer

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

I have a question. When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know,

first sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

brow, aware that prying

in silence, his

Waylen.

Darren the

blame rested on

to the company, he

address her. Before he could decide,

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

countenance darkened, and Eloise astutely surmised the cause.

her surprise evident

Chapter: 1387

amicable relationship, and Rena held affection for

dazed, her voice soft as she inquired. “You’ve

bore into Rena, a searing intensity

short pajama set at home, Rena exuded a delicate

of thick

She was beautiful.

her had been based

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

indifferent, a

delectable cake, which he had once overlooked, seemed destined for

to part from Rena, a characteristic flaw

voice soft but brimming with gravity.

intervention, the awkward atmosphere compelled him to intervene,

focus remained

Harold enunciated, “Mr. Gordon,

retreated to her room and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed tone, she said, “All right, we can talk

arm was suddenly seized by

“Do you like him?”

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

logically concern Harold, her entanglement with another had

faltered, met with an

condition that Mr. Gordon joins the Fowler Group. Is this the stipulation you negotiated with

Chapter: 1388

stunned. Harold’s wounded pride manifested as a sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The hold on

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

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

gazed into Rena’s eyes. Two youthful souls, equally

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

Harold stood taken aback.

across his features, for Rena had

trust. Over the subsequent years, as the

plan

had been averted and Rena’s

with

glow of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a

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