Chapter 192
Yves Kelly's sullen voice came: "Darcy, you better make sure you have something important."
"Alena is with me now." Darcy Harrington is not a soft-hearted person, but she suddenly thought that since Alena Wright took the initiative to come, then she can push the boat along the water and give her a little 'surprise'.
Yves also understood the meaning of her words, and a sharp expression flashed between his eyebrows: "Are you trying to do a fake show?"
"Why? You won't be scared anymore?" Darcy narrowed her eyes. If you can't find a suitable person to show up on this matter, then Waylon's ability will be able to find her hands quickly.
There were a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, and Yves smiled coldly, "How come?"
The cold voice seemed like death's sickle, and Yves curled up his mouth: "After half an hour, I will arrange for someone to go to you, take advantage of the chaos to solve Alena, and you can figure it out."
With these words, Darcy felt more relieved, and she nodded immediately: "Okay, then I will wait for your good news."
In the presidential suite, Perion walked out of the dark corner, frowning: "Master, are you sure you want to do this?"
Yves sat on the chair behind the desk, the computer in front of him glowed with blue cold light, he sneered, and tapped his fingers on the desk lightly: "You heard it just now, what is the tone of the old man."
Just before Darcy called, Mr. Kelly was having a video call with Yves. During the whole process, Mr. Kelly was very dissatisfied with Yves's efficiency, and his attitude was indifferent as if he were treating ordinary subordinates.
Perion lowered his head, and felt a little bit of injustice for Yves, but he was more afraid of the old man: "Master, maybe you told the old man about Alena, and the old man will remember you for a credit. If it is true, find someone..."
"Perion..." Yves interrupted his words faintly, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became colder and colder: "You have also seen the attitude of the old man towards me. He didn't treat me as a son at all, but arbitrarily used me as a chess piece. If I help him find his real daughter, will the Kelly family still have a place for me?"
Alena is the biological daughter of Mr. Kelly. This fact was confirmed when Yves first met Alena.
Now that the fish has taken the bait, it is time to close the net.
The night is deep, and the danger hidden in the darkness is waiting for an opportunity.
When Alena slept in a daze, she vaguely heard the sound of fighting coming from downstairs, she frowned, the sound was a bit loud, and she couldn't sleep peacefully when it was noisy.
Just as she was about to open her eyes, the downstairs suddenly became quiet again, with only a faint dog barking left.
She should be dreaming, right?
Alena thought so, changed a comfortable posture, and fell asleep deeply.
On the other side, Bill, who received the news, did not dare to pause, and immediately passed the news to Waylon.
"Say." In the dark, where Waylon put the phone, his cold voice did not become chaotic because of his sudden awakening from his sleep.
Bill settled down, and then said the whole thing: "Mr. Gray, our people have heard news that there is a middle-aged man who is acting suspiciously. It seems that he wants to enter Ms. Harrington's apartment, but was stopped by our people. After that, he took action to resist."
Waylon asked: "When did it happen?"
"Just now."
His eyes sank, Waylon said: "Continue to send people to guard."
"Yes."
After hanging up the phone, Waylon suddenly lost his sleep.
Just now someone wanted to get into Darcy's apartment, but they didn't know if this person was targeting Darcy or Alena.
No matter who it is for, he won't let them get hurt.
Darcy sat on the bed and waited all night, not to mention the people sent by Yves, she didn't even see a shadow.
She couldn't help feeling angry and heartbroken, and made a call to ask: "Yves, may I ask the people you arranged?"
Yves squinted his eyes slightly: "I have already sent the people, but it seems that they haven't arrived at your house."
"Sent here?" Darcy sneered: "So you mean, the person you arranged to come over is lost?"
Because of her anger, her tone was not so good, and what she said was not so good.
Yves's eyes were cold, and he reminded her with a smile but a smile: "Darcy, you should think about it, I actually sent people over, but they didn't come to your house, what does this mean?"
After speaking, Yves didn't bother to spend more words.
With such a stupid woman, he really has nothing to say.
Listening to the busy tone from the other end of the phone, Darcy was stunned for a few seconds, and then frowned deeply.
What does Yves mean?
She paced back and forth in the room, suddenly raised her head suddenly, could it be...
Did Waylon sent to stop them?
Thinking of this possibility, Darcy felt afraid for a while, in case he knew the truth of the matter...
In fact, since Yves dared to send people out, it must be his confidant. If something happens, he will try to cover it up, so how can he really arrange everything.
The reason why he didn't say it, was entirely because Darcy's attitude was not good and wanted to make him anxious.
Darcy quickly opened the door and walked out and was hitting Alena who was coming.
Darcy had no time to cover up a few words on her face. She tried to show a smile of ignorance, and she looked a bit funny.
Alena blinked in confusion: "Darcy, what's the matter with you?"
"No... nothing." Darcy reluctantly maintained her composure, closing the door behind her, and regaining her calmness when she spoke again: "By the way, Alena, did you hear anything last night?"
She spoke without a trace, and if she really belonged to Waylon, Alena would have received some news.
"Yes." Alena nodded earnestly, touching her chin and recalled: "In the middle of the night, it seemed that I heard a fight, when I wanted to listen carefully, it became quiet again. I thought I was dreaming, have you heard it too?"
Darcy hesitantly agreed, pretending to be puzzled: "Who will fight below in the middle of the night?"
"Who knows about this..." Alena didn't care much, anyway, people who had nothing to do with her were irrelevant.
Seeing that she really didn't know anything, Darcy breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Alena, who was already neatly dressed, and said: "Are you ready to go to work now?"