Chapter 129 I Have No Room For Relaxation
Alena Wright laughed at herself. Alena Wright, why did you make yourself such a ghost?
No one knows better than you how much Waylon Gray hates Alena Wright. Even if she is sad for him to the point of burning, Waylon Gray will not look at her more.
It's not that she hasn't thought of doing everything she can to restore it, but that person will never look back at her again. Maybe no matter what she does, he will not be able to obtain Waylon Gray's forgiveness.
All of this is like a dream. The beautiful dreams that she has compiled finally disappear at this moment.
When she woke up from the dream, everything went back to the original point.
Even if she changed her name to Alena Wright, she couldn't erase her identity.
Waylon Gray couldn't forget the hatred of her. Two people can only bet on the stranger they are most familiar with.
It's not without regrets, but Alena Wright no longer knows how to stay.
Shaking out the phone, Alena Wright edited a text message and sent it to Waylon Gray. Perhaps this was the last time they had contacted in this life.
There was loud heavy metal music all around. Waylon Gray leaned on the sofa in the box. The bottle in his hand had already seen the bottom, and there were several unopened bottles of red wine in front of him.
Yves Kelly sat aside, a pair of long and narrow fox eyes blurred because of drinking a lot of wine, " Waylon, you and Alena..."
"Don't mention her name!" Waylon Gray frowned irritably, took the wine glass in his hand, and drank it.
At this moment, the phone on the table suddenly lit up, and Waylon Gray glanced faintly. His eyes became colder.
Initially didn't want to pay attention, but the three words Alena Wright flashing on the screen seemed to have a kind of magic, which made him unable to control his emotions.
Open and unlock.
The short text message came straight into view, "Waylon Gray, I give up. I wish you happiness."
With a snap, the phone that was still on suddenly ended its lifespan and fell to pieces in the corner.
Waylon Gray had a sullen face. His eyes filled with anger.
How dare she texted him in such a way?
Yves Kelly's gaze withdrew from the broken cell phone. Her expression was gloomy, "You and Alena Wright are stiff? There is no room for relaxation?"
She also read the text message very clearly. Judging from Waylon Gray's reaction, the two of them seemed to have turned against each other.
Waylon Gray was still upset when he smashed the phone. Waylon Gray took a big sip of wine with his anger.
Yves Kelly looked at him, who was silent, and smiled unclearly, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Waylon Gray was already half-drunk and didn't hear what Yves Kelly said clearly. He waved his hand carelessly, picked up the wine glass, and drank himself, wholly immersed in his emotions.
Yves Kelly got up, opened the door of the box, and walked out. There was no one at the end of the corridor.
He took out a cigarette and dialed someone's phone.
"Something?" A fierce and rude voice came from the other end of the phone.
Yves Kelly smiled indifferently. The mist rising from her fingertips made her look a bit sullen, "You can act."
The other party was visibly stunned, smiled sadly, and cut off the call without saying anything.
Yves Kelly did not immediately return to the box, leaning lazily on the wall. The scarlet fire between his fingers was extinguished.
After the bait has been scattered for so long, it's time to close the net.
Alena Wright's loss of the Monarch International Group's design was spread throughout the company. Everyone was waiting to see her jokes.
She was almost an airborne design department and became the chief designer because of Waylon Gray's relationship. She has long recruited the hatred of not knowing how many people, how much they envied at the beginning, and now there are so many hardships and misfortunes.
Alena Wright was sitting in her seat. The computer in front of her was emitting a faint blue light. She felt like she was alone and helpless with those bright or dark eyes for the first time.
She silently cheered herself up in her heart, telling herself that she must never be knocked down like this. It doesn't matter if she loses a project. She wants to design more and better works to prove to everyone with her strength.
Abruptly holding back the tears, Alena Wright took the drawings and brushes from the side and began to outline the patterns in her mind.
The malice in this world will never stop because of your efforts.
"The chief designer is not the same. She can be so calm after losing all her projects, just like an okay person!"
"Yeah. She has nothing to do, but she has to pretend to be busy. She doesn't know who she is pretending to be!"
A sound of sarcasm spread over her head and face. Alena Wright squeezed the pen in her hand. Her eyes were covered with frost.
Initially, because of the relationship with Waylon Gray, it was already bad enough. She didn't expect these people to be such an inch. The sorrow in her heart was more robust for a while. She gritted her teeth stubbornly and refused to cry.
There is nothing to care about. What is the sarcasm of these people compared to Waylon Gray's unfeelingness towards her?
Thinking of the man's name, Alena Wright's eye sockets were a little swollen, and she walked around the drawing with red eyes.
The swords and shadows in the office always come and go fast. After everyone ridiculed Alena Wright. They immediately aimed their fingers at the female colleague who took over the cooperation of the Monarch International Group. After the same verbal criticism, they dispersed with satisfaction.
Time passed by, and the electronic clock hung on the wall went round. She doesn't know when it was time to get off work. Everyone in the office left one by one.
Alena Wright always buried her head in drawing her design, as if she couldn't feel the passage of time. She seemed to be competing with herself. She must draw a satisfactory design before she would stop.
As the night came by, a vast black curtain appeared in the sky.
Alena Wright finally couldn't hold it, stood up, and moved her sore wrist and neck.
When she looked up, she realized that it was midnight. Her legs couldn't support the weight of the whole person because of sitting for too long. My body swayed from side to side and almost fell.
Alena Wright held on to the table and barely stabilized her figure, stretched out her hand and rubbed her aching temple.
It took a moment for her to feel better. It was getting late, and it didn't make much sense to have to survive.
After packing up her things, Alena Wright picked up her mobile phone and left.
All the cars parked downstairs in the company were gone. She didn't even know if it was a good idea to take a taxi.
She walked forward for some distance, and when she came to the side of the road, she saw a gray van rushing towards her. The tires were rubbing the ground and making a harsh brake sound.
Before Alena Wright recovered, she was covered by a hand from the van and forcibly stuffed it into the car.