Waylen’s smile was faint. “Of course. I don’t employ money to manipulate relationships.”
Darren scrutinized Waylen from head to toe.
He conceded that Waylen surpassed Harold in many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As a father, Darren yearned for his daughter’s happiness.
For a woman to 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 Group.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn turn, he would assume the mantle of chief financial officer at the Fowler Group.
Post-deal, as Darren prepared to depart, Waylen personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from a high-born man was not to be taken lightly.
After a moment’s hesitation, Darren inquired. “Waylen, I have a question. When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your paths haven’t crossed all that frequently.”
Love at first sight… Darren was skeptical.
Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.
He gazed at the man before him, whispering, “Mr. Gordon, you might find this hard to believe. I owe you a debt.”
Frustration creased Darren’s brow, aware that prying further from Waylen would yield little.
With Darren’s departure, Waylen stood in silence, his gaze following him.
Regret gnawed at Waylen. He had failed Darren.
In truth, Rena hadn’t seen Darren the night he passed away.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe blame rested on Waylen’s shoulders.
Upon Darren’s return to the company, he attended to his duties.
That evening, upon Rena‘s arrival, Darren hesitated to address her. Before he could decide, the doorbell chimed.
Eloise answered, revealing a disheveled Harold on the threshold. Though visibly distressed, he struggled to maintain his composure. “I’m here to see Rena.”
Harold’s countenance darkened, and Eloise astutely surmised the cause. With a subtle sigh, she granted Harold entrance.
In that instant, Rena emerged from the bedroom, her surprise evident as she laid eyes on Harold.