NovelEnglishSoon, 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?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe 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?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWaylen 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.
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