Chapter 171
Darcy Harrington immediately stopped the car and went straight to the nearest bar.
Then asked for a bottle of the strongest wine, turned and walked towards the bathroom.
Darcy stood in front of the mirror, slowly pulling out the wine cork, a cruel smile slowly evoked from the corner of her mouth: "Alena, this time, I must make you pay!"
Darcy's laughter echoed in the quiet bathroom. She raised the bottle and poured it on herself without saying a word.
The alcohol is so high that Darcy has a lingering smell of alcohol in an instant. If someone who doesn't know her sees her, they will think she has drunk a lot of alcohol.
A place like a bar has a mixture of different people, and most of them are ill-intentioned. When Darcy, who looks drunk, shows up, she immediately attracted the attention of some perverts.
Darcy smiled, hooked hands at the men who were staring at him closely, her eyes were gloomy.
The men froze for a moment, and then were overjoyed, thinking that a woman who was hungry and thirsty took the initiative to bring herself to him, rubbing their hands and following them one by one.
The smile on the corners of her mouth grew stronger, Darcy took them to a corner, took out a cigarette and lit it, and waited for a while.
After a while, the men with rat-heads appeared in front of Darcy, and one of them couldn't wait to say: "Beauty, are you lonely? Do you need some of our brothers to comfort you?"
The obscene words accompanied by the wretched smile are really disgusting, but Darcy is more satisfied, spit out a puff of smoke at the man, and said charmingly: "I need, but I need you to do a scene for me."
As she said, she drew out a stack of red tickets from the bag she carried with her. The thickness was five-figure.
"What do you mean?" The man frowned suspiciously, thinking that he had encountered an affair, but now it looks a little unusual.
Darcy chuckled casually and threw the cigarette butt on the ground. The black high-heeled shoes gently crushed the cigarette butt, and she stepped forward and spit out a sigh of heat at the man: "When a woman comes to me, I need you to pretend that you are conspiring against me."
Having said that, she paused, deliberately raised a wad of money in her hand, and then continued: "If you can do it, then these are my little intentions, please have a drink."
The man's gaze followed Darcy's movements to the money in her hand. A pair of three people revealed a greedy light, but they were very vigilant and said: "It's really that simple? You won't play a fairy dance for us, right? "
After all, he was mixing outside, and he was not dazzled by the short-term benefits.
Darcy sneered: "If I really lie to you, then can you really do fake dramas? I am the one who suffers. Why are you so nervous?"
This is true, and several men secretly glanced at each other.
If the woman in front of you turns around and refuses to admit it, anyway, she was the first to seduce them.
"Okay, I'll believe you once!" The leader smiled coldly, and then said meaningfully: "I don't know how the beautiful friend looks like? What do we need to do then?"
These few people are still good, Darcy is also very satisfied: "She is very beautiful and has a mole at the end of her eyes. When she comes, you only need to focus on harassing me, and then she will come out to save me. Then you just have to entangle her."
The men on the opposite side seemed to have experienced this kind of thing. They didn't show too many surprises. They just sighed and said, "I feel sad for that young lady. She has a friend like you."
Immediately, he changed the subject and smiled gloomily: "I just don't know if we are really harassing or doing something?"
At this moment, a vicious thought flashed in Darcy's mind. If Alena could be destroyed by the hands of these people, then it would be a great thing for her.
But Darcy knew in her heart that this matter was simple to say, but it was very difficult to do. If she was careless, she would lose everything. She didn't want to take this risk.
Moreover, Yves has repeatedly warned not to act rashly.
So Darcy shook her head regretfully: "You only need to behave, remember, you can only stop when I wink at you!"
Not reconciled after all, Darcy still kept a hand.
If Waylon didn't come today, then she would just follow the water and do the fake show. When the time comes to see how Alena has a face, she will face Waylon.
When Waylon comes, he won't look at Alena again.
The other side...
When Darcy arranged everything in the bar, Yves also got through Waylon's phone.
The quiet study room was completely dark, and all the curtains were tightly drawn, only a gleam of light leaked from the gaps.
Waylon sat decadently on the sofa with an empty wine bottle in front of him. He closed his eyes slightly, motionless, and he seemed to fall asleep.
His cell phone rang, and no one answered it when it rang the first time. The man on the sofa did not move until the second and third ring.
Waylon opened his eyes, and his dark eyes were icy, without a trace of human feelings.
"Hey." The voice was low and hoarse, with a rough feeling like being run over by sand.
Yves on the other end of the phone pretended not to know anything, and said with a normal expression: "Where are you? Come out for a drink?"
"Not in the mood."
"In a bad mood?" Yves laughed: "The more you are in a bad mood, the more you have to drink. Maybe you won't think about anything when you are drunk, what do you think?"
He didn't get any response for a long time. Just when Yves wondered if the phone was hung up, he finally heard the man's indifferent voice: "Where?"
Yves breathed a sigh of relief, a successful smile flashed in his eyes, and quickly reported the address of the bar, "I'm waiting for you here, see you."
After sitting for a long time, when Waylon stood up, his legs were a little soft, and his head was dizzy for a moment. He held on to the sofa and barely stabilized his figure until the discomfort gradually subsided, and then he walked slowly to get out.
The door of the study was opened, the long corridor was empty, and the woman who claimed to have been waiting there for him was gone.
Waylon paused for a moment, and his black eyes flashed.
The nameless fire in Waylon's heart was a little more vigorous, his eyes were cold, and he strode away.
The sound of the engine started and he went straight to the well-designed trap.