Chapter 113 The Sudden Company Problem
"Shameless..." Alena smiled and spat out, but in her heart, it was clear that Waylon was telling the truth.
Countless women have tried so hard to hook up with him, and even countless beautiful and rich women squeezed her head to get the chance to have more contact with him.
Waylon indeed had proud capital.
But it was such a highly anticipated sweet and sour pork, the most willingly surrendered status at the moment, just to please her.
An unspeakable joy quietly filled her heart. Alena finally realized that Waylon had indeed changed.
The Waylon she had known before was the president of the Monarch Group. He was highly powerful and arbitrarily strong, and he did not take into account the wishes and feelings of others. It was the real heaven to call him back and embrace him wherever he goes. He was indeed the proud son.
But now, this unattainable pride of heaven had repeatedly condescended and was willing to spend a lot of time with her; willing to carefully prepare various gifts and surprises; willing to be jealous for her, and willing to take care of her ideas.
More importantly, Waylon was willing to trust her.
The superposition of all these changes made people have an irresistible impulse. Alena wanted to tell all the truth and start over with him.
She can't delay any longer, it's just for today.
With a decision in her heart, Alena planned to find the opportunity to speak and confess her identity to Waylon.
The appetizer came quickly, and Waylon laid out his handkerchief slowly.
Alena doggedly poured a glass of champagne for him and then sandwiched his favorite dishes on the plate in front of him. Alena then said to him, "You should eat more, I think you seem to have lost weight recently."
Waylon's movements paused, and his brows picked up what she said imperceptibly. "No matter what you do, you are not to be raped or to be stolen. Come on, why are you so active today?"
Alena smiled without answering, tilted her head, and looked at him. She said, "Isn't it okay for me to take the initiative? Don't you like it?"
Waylon pursed his lips. Not that he didn't like it, but he always felt a little strange.
Seeing him staring at her with scorching eyes, and looking forward to the brilliance of her eyes, the strangeness in her heart suddenly disappeared.
Waylon hooked the corner of her mouth to show a petting smile and squeezed her hand. "Do you like it or not? It would be great if you could do this every day."
Alena smiled and stared at him with her eyes, knowing that this guy will have an inch.
At this time, the atmosphere was just right, and the invisible estrangement that had always existed between the two seemed to have been watered down.
Alena gently put down her chopsticks and summoned the courage to say, "Waylon, I have something to tell you. But I hope you don't get angry after listening."
Waylon became interested. Alena's willingness to open up to him was something he couldn't ask for. He responded, "Okay, let's talk about it first."
Alena repeatedly emphasized, "I can tell you, but you must not get angry."
Waylon nodded and promised, "Okay, I promise not to be angry, just say it."
After receiving a certain promise, Alena had a little more courage, and she said, "Actually I..."
When the conversation started, Waylon's mobile phone on the table rang.
Alena glanced subconsciously at it and saw it was Bill.
Waylon frowned with a sharp flash in his black eyes.
Before he came out, he had already instructed Bill not to disturb him if there was nothing particularly important. Now that Bill had called him, something particularly important must have happened.
Sure enough, as soon as the call was connected, Bill's a little anxious voice came over, "General Gray, it's not good, something has happened."
Waylon squinted his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"
"There was an accident in the branch of country M. There were casualties during the project. The celebrities over there pulled banners to protest. The company must give an explanation."
Alena didn't know what happened, but Waylon's expression became extremely solemn within a few seconds.
No one was more aware of the importance of this matter than Waylon. Country M had always paid attention to human rights and labor protection laws. Now that such a thing has happened, if there will be no reasonable explanation, it may even affect the company's operations.
"Which step has it been solved now?" Waylon was still calm, his voice did not fluctuate, but his brows expressed his serious disposition.
Alena, who was sitting opposite to him, also realized the seriousness of the matter. She cautiously held her breath and waited for the final result.
Bill sighed heavily and said, "The situation is not optimistic. The policy over there is not good for us. You'd better go there in person."
In fact, Waylon knew it without him.
He did not hesitate, and resolutely ordered, "You must first stabilize the wounded's emotions. The compensation that should be provided is absolutely no less than what they are expecting. I will wait for everything to be said about the situation!"
"It is good!"
Waylon hanged up the phone, and before he could speak, Alena asked directly, "Did the company encounter something very difficult?"
Although she didn't hear it very clearly, she also heard a little bit intermittently, and probably can piece together the cause and effect of the whole thing.
Waylon didn't hide it from her, picked up the car key and stood up. "Well, the matter is a bit troublesome, I must go back and deal with it as soon as possible."
He glanced at Alena, and then said, "I will take you home first."
Alena hurriedly refused, "No, you can go to work if you have something to do. I will go home later."
She didn't want to be his burden.
"But..." Waylon was still a little worried.
Alena interrupted him directly, "I have ordered so many dishes and haven't eaten them yet. I'm still hungry. You should go busy with your affairs first, and I will go home when I finish eating."
Waylon thought for a while, and indeed nodded without eating just now, "Well then, get home later and send me a message."
"It is good."
Watching Waylon's back disappear at the entrance of the restaurant, Alena withdrew her gaze, and her gaze fell on the dishes in front of her again, but she had lost her appetite.
She originally planned to take advantage of the good atmosphere today to confess everything to Waylon. Even if Waylon was angry, he will be greatly discounted, but she didn't expect that in the end, she still wouldn't have time to say it.
"Forget it, let's talk to him when he comes back."
Even though she thought so, Alena still felt a little regretful, and immediately lost her mood. She hastily settled the bill, and deliberately went back to the previous mall.
Yves was no longer there, so he should have left.
The shopping guide was obviously a little surprised when she saw her, after all, she just broke up unhappy just now.
Alena was a little embarrassed and scratched her scalp and said, "Please help me wrap the perfume."
The customer was good, Alena bought something, and her shopping guide became more enthusiastic.
When the shopping guide gently said the word "walk," she had already walked out carrying the bag.
Back in the apartment, a pair of high heels was placed at the entrance.