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.

as he inquired. “Mr. Fowler, is there something

Waylen lifted his gaze.

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

can call me Waylen. I have a matter

you’re well-acquainted with the details. And I…

Darren was

in his right mind could

he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen aiding his rival in Love was inconceivable. Either he was mistaken, or

inwardly shocked, Darren maintained his composure, sipping

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

another document

Group. However, there’s a

Darren’s surprise was evident.

such an exorbitant sum on him,

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

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

his gaze, he fixated on

air of calm detachment, as if handling

“Mr. Gordon.”

voice remained composed. “With this trajectory, I predict the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less

One billion dollars…

sweat

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

perceived Darren’s

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

skilled in the art of

a certain measure

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

Darren hesitated.

of the

taunt, Darren’s

Setting it down, he studied the

a friend of the

by Waylen‘s taunt,

down, he studied the young man before him, a mere

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

“Of course. I don’t employ

from head to

with greater poise. As a father,

after a man was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the contract, solidifying a

he would assume the mantle of chief financial officer at the Fowler

that deeply resonated

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

at first sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

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

creased Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from

departure, Waylen stood in silence, his gaze

gnawed at Waylen.

seen Darren the night he

blame rested on

company,

hesitated to address her.

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

Eloise astutely surmised the cause. With a subtle

instant, Rena emerged from the bedroom, her

Chapter: 1387

families enjoyed an amicable relationship, and Rena held affection for Harold, though their connection was not

soft as she inquired.

searing intensity sweeping over her from head to

short pajama set at home, Rena exuded a

legs held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while

She was beautiful.

Harold’s estimation of her had been

having expertly navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations,

her plain and indifferent, a captivating allure now radiated

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

hesitated to part from Rena, a

to talk,” he said, his voice soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled, momentarily struggled

him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena

unwavering focus remained

“Mr. Gordon, I wish to converse

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

the stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly seized by

“Do you like him?”

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

Harold, her entanglement with

to extricate her arm, Rena faltered, met with an unexpectedly

is willing to invest a billion dollars into the Moore Group on the condition that Mr. Gordon joins the Fowler Group. Is this the stipulation you negotiated with

Chapter: 1388

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

stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But

Harold? What are your intentions? You know

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

grew husky. “Before your inquiry, had you already considered accepting

Harold stood taken aback.

etched across his features, for Rena had gleaned his

secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as the Moore Group amassed staggering debts,

his plan lay in

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

with

After a

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255