Chapter 126 Asking His Forgiveness
Alena Wright did not continue calling because she knew that Waylon Gray didn't hear it but didn't want to pick it up. This is usually when he wakes up for breakfast.
She put down her mobile phone in despair, covering her face with her hands in a bit of frustration. Waylon Gray refused to pay attention to her.
After being sad for a while, Alena Wright suddenly sat upright. She couldn't be so frustrated. She concealed it first. Waylon Gray should be angry. She can't hope that Waylon Gray will never happen.
To obtain his forgiveness, she can only take practical actions.
Alena Wright hurriedly cleaned up, stopped the car, and went straight to the Monarch International Group.
Entered the Monarch International Group unimpeded all the way but was stopped by the front desk at the door, "I'm here to see Mr. Gray."
The front desk said indifferently, "Do you have an appointment?"
Alena Wright was taken aback. She had never made an appointment when she came to the company.
She shook her head and said, "No..."
"Sorry, you can't go in without an appointment."
"I have essential things to ask Mr. Gray." Alena Wright bit her lip and tried to explain to the other party, "I know Mr. Gray and have been to his company before."
The front desk was still indifferent, looking at her indifferently with a formulaic smile.
No matter how Alena Wright explained, she still refused to let her go.
Such a big company has strict rules. How can it be possible to see the highest power executor with only a few words of hers?
Without Waylon Gray's approval, it would be impossible for her to see him even if she waited here until the sky was old.
Alena Wright finally understood that the things that seemed to be easy to do in the past were all because of Waylon Gray's acquiescence behind it.
Unwilling to leave like this, Alena Wright reluctantly found a corner to sit down. Since she couldn't get up, she had to wait here for Waylon Gray to get down. She didn't believe that Waylon Gray would not go out.
As time passed, Waylon Gray never showed up. Even during lunchtime, he was not seen, and even his assistant Bill Clay was nowhere to be seen.
Alena Wright was a little anxious but didn't dare to leave without permission. She was afraid that she might miss Waylon Gray if she didn't pay attention.
At CEO's office.
Waylon Gray stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with his back turned to Bill Clay. The cigarette at his fingertips had already burned halfway. The rising smoke blurred his eyebrows, and the depths of his dark eyes were an abyss that could not be seen at the end.
Bill Clay looked at him quietly. He quickly lowered his head with a more cautious attitude than usual, " President Gray, Alena Wright is still downstairs."
Bill Clay did not expect that Alena Wright, who was held in the palm of his hand by the boss, was the president's wife. He almost accidentally making a taboo again.
Waylon Gray didn't say a word. The cigarette in his hand was obviously out of the smoke, and it took a long time before he said indifferently, "Whatever you want."
When Bill Clay was about to speak back, he heard the phone in his pocket ring suddenly, and he felt bitter when he felt it out.
Annoyed by the constant ringing of cell phone bells, Waylon Gray looked back coldly.
Bill Clay shuddered in fright, and bit his head, and said, "Mr.Waylon Gray, it's Alena Wright'scall."
When the voice fell to the ground, the temperature in the office suddenly dropped to a freezing point. Bill Clay's teeth trembled a little, "I will hang up."
Waylon Gray threw out a word cold and stern, walked away, and sat down behind the desk. He extinguished the cigarette in his hand in the crystal ashtray on the side and sneered, "I want to see what she has to say."
With a cold sweat on Bill Clay's forehead, Waylon Gray's fierce sight connected the phone.
Alena Wright's crisp and trembling voice came from the other end of the phone," Bill Clay, have you eaten?"
She just tried to call Bill Clay. The moment the phone was connected, she was a little surprised. She didn't even think about what she was going to say. She was a little annoyed when she told her words and quickly added, "I'll buy you something to eat. What do you want to eat? There is a new Thai restaurant nearby. I'm going to buy..."
Bill Clay looked embarrassed and went to look at Waylon Gray's expression. Seeing that he didn't move his eyes, he didn't know what to say, so he had to figure out to himself, "No need for Ms. Alena. We have already eaten."
The name 'Miss Alena' was like a loud slap on Alena Wright's face. She woke up suddenly, and her eyes flashed, " Then what can I do for you?"
The choking voice was too prominent. Bill Clay felt a little unbearable after hearing it and once again sought Waylon Gray's advice. He waved his hand impatiently, and the meaning was already apparent.
Although he felt a little cruel, Bill Clay hardened his heart, "No, we don't need anything."
Before she could speak again, Bill Clay quickly cut off the phone but couldn't help sighing in his heart.
No one thought that things would turn out to be the way it is now. The two originally good people are now hurting and torturing each other.
Alena Wright lost her consciousness when she heard the busy tone coming from the phone. Of course, she knew that what Bill Clay said represented Waylon Gray's meaning, but she didn't expect that he would not even leave her with a bit of room.
People come and go in the Imperial Group. She has been sitting here for several hours and has attracted a lot of people's attention. Although there will be no security guards to expel, those inquisitive or ironic eyes are like invisible knives. Let her sit on pins and needles.
Alena Wright tried to shrink into the corner, trying to prevent herself from appearing in the crowd, but she stared at Waylon Gray's exclusive elevator with expectant eyes without blinking.
The sunset is west, and the afterglow of the setting sun spills into the Monarch International Group.
When it's time to get off work, the employees of the company leave in groups.
Wave after wave of people disappeared, but Alena Wright never waited for Waylon Gray's figure.
The sky darkened a little bit, and she couldn't help standing up. Could it be that Waylon Gray had already left?
But she has been guarding here, obviously didn't see him come down.
Except for Bill Clay, no one knew that Waylon Gray took the elevator straight to the underground parking lot and drove away early in the morning.
Anxiously waiting for more than half an hour, Alena Wright finally couldn't sit still. She was about to find someone to ask when she saw the security guard approaching.
The forty or fifty-year-old security guard looked at her sympathetically, "Miss President Gray is gone. You don't have to wait. Go home quickly."
"He's gone?" Alena Wright widened her eyes in shock. Her eyes were red again.
"Yeah, Mr. Gray left two hours ago. It's already late. You should go home." The security guard shook his head and locked the door of the Monarch International Group.
Alena Wright stared at his movements in a daze. With the crisp sound of the door being locked, something seemed to crack in the bottom of her heart.
She was sad and didn't want to give up. She stood there for a while, gritted her teeth, turned around, and stopped a car.