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.

as he inquired. “Mr.

Waylen lifted his gaze.

expression shifted, warmth and geniality sweeping over his

Waylen. I have a matter I’d like

financial information pertaining to the Moore Group. As the Chief Financial Officer, I trust you’re well-acquainted with the details. And I… I share a

Darren was taken

man in his right mind could be

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

composure, sipping his tea with

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

another document

However, there’s a stipulation. You

Darren’s surprise was evident.

spend such an exorbitant sum on him,

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

Moore Group was far graver than he had initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers down his spine, evoking both anxiety

gaze, he fixated on

of calm detachment,

“Mr. Gordon.”

into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years. As for assigning blame… Do

One billion dollars…

sweat coated Darren’s

believe the Moore family could be so ruthless. Having worked for the Moore Group for decades, he presumed the

perceived Darren’s

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

was skilled in the

felt a certain measure

on reliable data, they forecasted

Darren hesitated.

“Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore family. This

taunt,

single gulp. Setting it down, he studied the

“Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore family. This

taunt,

studied the young man before

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

faint. “Of course. I don’t

Waylen from head

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

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

mantle of chief financial officer at the Fowler

courtesy that deeply resonated with

When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know,

sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

Gordon, you might find this hard to believe. I owe you

Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from

stood in silence, his

gnawed at Waylen.

Rena hadn’t seen Darren

blame rested on Waylen’s

company, he attended to his

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

threshold. Though visibly distressed, he

surmised the cause. With a

the bedroom, her surprise evident as she laid eyes

Chapter: 1387

relationship, and Rena held

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

Rena, a searing intensity

set at home, Rena exuded a delicate

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

She was beautiful.

estimation of her had been based solely on

a man coveting her affections emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore

he once deemed her plain and indifferent, a

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

part from Rena, a characteristic

soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled, momentarily struggled to process the

atmosphere compelled him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena is not involved

focus

Gordon,

unexpected predicament. Rena retreated to her room and donned a knitted

Rena’s arm was suddenly seized by

“Do you like him?”

longstanding affection for him was widely known, she had never acted

not logically concern Harold, her entanglement with

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

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

Chapter: 1388

manifested as a sharp rebuke. “Answer

that Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what was

Harold? What are your intentions? You know I harbor feelings for you, yet you persistently keep me at

Two youthful souls, equally impassioned,

“Before your inquiry,

Harold stood taken aback.

etched across his features, for Rena had gleaned his

to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as the

however, his plan lay in

and Rena’s well-being seemingly safeguarded,

with a distinct purpose, he grappled with his own

dim glow of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged huskily. “You can

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