A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Hyatt leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. “May I ask why Waylen didn’t take on this case himself? If he was the one who handled your case, your father would very likely be found innocent.”

Rena couldn’t tell him what had happened between her and Waylen, so she came up with a perfunctory excuse. “Oh, he’s too busy lately.”

“I see.” Hyatt nodded with a smile.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

He politely escorted Rena to the door. Rena was very grateful to him, but she also knew that he was only helping her because Waylen had asked him to.

After leaving Hyatt’s office, she walked out and was about to hail a taxi.

“Rena!” Someone called her.

She turned around and saw an acquaintance, Tyrone Larson, trotting over to her.

Tyrone was a good friend of Harold’s, and he had started his own trade company at a young age. She had met Tyrone several times at parties when she was still dating Harold.

Tyrone walked up to her and asked casually, “Hey, Rena! What brings you here?”

“I’m here for Mr. Hyatt Larson,” Rena answered honestly.

Tyrone’s grin widened. “You’re here for my father?”

Rena’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Tyrone… was the son of Hyatt?

Tyrone was a tall and good-looking young man, and he actually didn’t quite resemble his father. He winked at Rena and said, “Hey, let me treat you to dinner! We can catch up, and if there’s anything I can help you with, I’ll definitely do it!”

After some slight hesitation, Rena agreed.

Tyrone told her to wait for him as he brought his car over.

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Soon, a conspicuous—looking red Ferrari pulled up next to her. Tyrone rolled down the window and said with a smile, “You’ll be the first girl to ride this car.”

Rena smiled crookedly. She always felt that Tyrone was a little too Enthusiastic.

They had only met a few times and they barely knew each other. But Rena didn’t want to offend Hyatt’s son, so she reluctantly got in the ostentatious car.

After fastening her seat belt, she heard Tyrone ask, “What’re you in the mood for?”

“Thai food!” Rena suggested without hesitation.

Tyrone smiled and stepped on the gas.

Throughout the drive, Rena didn’t say much. She was busy thinking about the details of the lawsuit.

And fortunately, Tyrone didn’t interrupt her thoughts.

But whenever they reached a stoplight, he would look at her quietly.