Chapter 118 Your Wife Is Here
Is an old friend who has known each other for many years, and it is not surprising that he can see through his own thoughts at a glance.
He sighed a little: "The relationship between Amanda and Waylon has not been very good. I made my own proposal this time to let her attend as the wife of the president. I don't know what Waylon will think when he arrives in a while."
Although he has heard many people say that Amanda and Waylon have reconciled, but hearing is not reliable, seeing is believing.
Without seeing it with his own eyes, he still didn't believe it.
He had already said that Waylon was asked to take Alena to the company's 100th anniversary celebration. Although the boy agreed, he was perfunctory at first sight. In fact, he did not intend to bring Alena to attend.
This time, he directly brought Alena over.
After a while, Waylon came over and really didn't know what would happen.
Hearing this, Vincent was somewhat disapproving.
He has been seen by many people, and at the auction last time, Waylon was extremely caring for Alena. He felt that this might not be a problem at all.
"Old Alfred, children have their own problems, I think you should relax."
"That being said, I still feel a little uneasy..." Halfway through, Alfred noticed that Alena was walking over with a glass of water, so he stopped talking.
"Dad, your water." Alena handed the water to Alfred.
Alfred smiled and took it over: "Amanda, do you feel very restrained when you participate in this kind of occasion for the first time? Everyone you should meet is almost the same. If you feel bored, you can feel free to go around without having to keep talking by the old man's side."
Boredom is not boring. It means to deal with all kinds of people with a smile all the time. Alena feels that her face is stiff and her calf is aching.
But she was not assured of being alone with her father, and said hesitantly: "But father is alone..."
Alfred interrupted her with a smile: "I'm not alone, your Uncle Vincent is still here."
Alena looked over and saw Vincent nodded at her.
"Girl, don't be bored here, our two old bones are not that fragile yet."
After thinking about it, Alena also felt that she seemed a little too cautious.
This is a hotel owned by the Gray family. There are bodyguards everywhere around the door. Not to mention the idlers, I'm afraid that even a fly can't get in.
So, she relaxed and said, "Well, I'll take a look at it myself. If Dad has any needs, he can call me at any time."
Alfred nodded: "Go."
Saying hello, Alena turned and walked in the other direction.
She came in a hurry in the morning, and she didn't even have breakfast. She had been tossing for so long just now, her stomach was already protesting.
Many exquisite snacks were prepared at the banquet. Alena came to the buffet table and looked at all kinds of small cakes, her eyes straightened.
It's not how greedy she is, but that she has no resistance to these delicious delicacies. With so many choices at the moment, her eyes are almost ready to go.
At the same time...
A black Maybach stopped at the entrance of the banquet.
Bill quickly opened the door for the person in the back seat, his straight and slender thighs were on the ground. The moment Waylon appeared, the receptionist and the bodyguard at the door bowed and said hello: "President Waylon."
Waylon tidied up his clothes without any wrinkles, staggered his long legs, and stepped into the venue.
Vincent's eyes were sharp, and he immediately arched his old friend next to him: "That kid from your family is here."
Alfred looked in the direction of Vincent's point, and just met Waylon's gaze.
"He is still willing to come." He snorted, but Alfred didn't have the slightest anger in his eyes. After all, Waylon was tripped by the company's affairs, which is excusable.
"Dad." Waylon came to the front and called out softly, and politely greeted Vincent on the side: "Uncle Vincent looks in good spirits, and he's really getting younger and younger."
Vincent smiled and waved his hands: "Waylon is really getting more and more capable, and more and more able to speak."
Alfred was thinking about Alena's affairs, so he was too lazy to listen to Waylon's official speech here, and said straightforwardly: "I am here with the celebration, and nothing will go wrong. They shouldn't know that you just came back. I will take you to your wife. Here, go and see her quickly."
All the noise around was the same, but this square inch of land suddenly fell into dead silence.
The corner of Waylon's mouth was pursed, and his face cooled as fast as he could see.
For the time being, there is only one Amanda who can be called his wife.
"Dad, why did you bring her here?" Waylon frowned slightly, his tone was calm but obviously cold.
Alfred glared at him: "Amanda is my daughter-in-law and the wife of the president of the dignified Emperor Group. Why can't I bring her here?"
Alfred has not been with Alena once or twice. Waylon has long been used to it, and it's no surprise.
It's just that Amanda is obviously not suitable to appear there on that occasion.
Before Alfred told him to let him bring Amanda to attend, he agreed on the surface.
He thought that as long as he didn't bring Amanda, Amanda would not be there.
Unexpectedly, Alfred still brought her.
Waylon knotted his brows, and said indifferently, "She doesn't understand anything. It will only add confusion when she comes. It's better for her to stay at home!"
"What are you talking about?" Alfred tapped on crutches, taking into account the occasion to suppress the anger in his heart: "Amanda has been married to you for so many years, and has been dedicated to you for so many years. Why can't you look back? How is she?"
Sure enough, Vincent and Ron, including Alena, said that the relationship between them was very good, and it was indeed a lie to him.
Waylon had listened to these words more than a hundred times, and immediately, his face sank, and the aura around him became even more indifferent.
But then he thought of the signed divorce agreement. Waylon's tight jaw gradually relaxed. Although he was still not happy, he was relieved: "I know, I'll go see her."
No matter if this woman is here, she can just take the opportunity to explain everything clearly, so as not to save him from going to him specially later, which saves a lot of trouble.
Waylon turned around and left without noticing behind him. Alfred's helpless look.
"Have you seen it all? Do you still think my worry is unnecessary?" With a faint sigh, Alfred turned his head to look at his friend.
Vincent, who had witnessed the whole process, also had a look of astonishment. He could see that the disgust in Waylon's eyes was not a disguise, but wasn't the two of them okay not long ago?
Are the feelings of young people so complicated nowadays?