Chapter 215
Waylon Gray didn't know Darcy Harrington's thoughts, he was silent for a few seconds before speaking again: "Since the person who shot me may be the driver, it seems that I can't go back for the time being."
Now that the situation is unknown, no one can be sure whether the driver is the real culprit behind the attack. And is there any helper beside him?
The enemy is hiding in the dark, he is bright, and in this case, he can't act rashly.
Waylon pondered for a moment: "Just in case, I will stay here for the time being and wait until the situation becomes clear before making plans."
This proposal is in Darcy's hands, how could she refute it?
Darcy nodded repeatedly and said: "Mr. Gray is right, it's too dangerous outside. You still have injuries on your body. You should stay here for now."
"Yeah." Waylon nodded and added: "Then I will trouble you more during this time."
He was injured on his arm and it was inconvenient to move. If he stayed there, he would need someone to take care of him, and Darcy was the most suitable candidate.
"It's okay, as long as Mr. Gray can get better soon." Darcy smiled: "I will let Assistant Bill come over later, and Mr. Gray can take a rest first."
Since Waylon had decided to stay there, then she didn't need to stop him from seeing Bill. If she kept making excuses for delaying, it would be counterproductive. Maybe all this elaborate plan would be wasted.
In the afternoon, Bill really appeared in the apartment.
Waylon wore a black shirt and sat calmly on the sofa, looking almost the same with the naked eye.
However, Bill knew very well that Waylon must have been seriously injured, otherwise he would not stay in this small place.
"Mr. Gray, are you okay?" He walked over quickly, full of guilt and blame. On the day of the accident, if he could be more alert and more careful, he might be able to avoid this accident.
"The wound has been treated and I'm slowly recovering." Waylon motioned to him to sit down and speak, his eyebrows darkened: "What happened that day? Where were you when I had an accident?"
Bill didn't dare to hide it, and immediately said: "President, it was my negligence that day. I first forgot to take the key, and then went to the parking lot after finding the key, only to find that my tire was punctured. I finally found a car, but when I was on the road, it was chased and blocked. When I got rid of those people and got there, you were no longer there."
Things were almost the same as Waylon thought. He frowned slightly, his eyes were cold and his eyes were full of chills: "It seems that this is indeed perfectly planned."
He sneered coldly and said in a deep voice: "Go and investigate. Where was the driver the day I had the accident, and who had I met?"
Hearing this, Bill looked up in surprise: "Mr. Gray doubts our own people?"
Mocking the corner of his mouth, Waylon corrected him: "If he really did it, then he would not be our own."
Hearing the absolute in Waylon's words, Bill was shocked.
Although he didn't know why Waylon was so determined, but with his understanding of Waylon, since he had doubted the driver, he would not keep this personnel with him anyway.
Without any hesitation, Bill nodded and said, "I know what to do."
Darcy walked out of the kitchen with tea and politely placed it in front of Bill: "Assistant Bill, let's drink some tea first."
Bill shook his head and refused. After hesitating for a moment, he still said, "President, don't you plan to go back and stay here forever?"
Waylon nodded: "My injury is still not healed. If I rashly show up now, I would be a living target."
Bill knew this, so he didn't persuade him anymore, but asked, "Do you need me to notify Miss Wright? She probably doesn't know about your injury yet."
The voice fell to the ground, and the atmosphere in the living room had a subtle change.
Waylon didn't answer immediately, but instead asked, "Did she ask you about my whereabouts in the past few days?"
This question stopped Bill. He shook his head and said in embarrassment, "Miss Wright hasn't asked me anything."
This is unavoidable to disappoint. Bill immediately added: "Maybe Miss Wright didn't come to me because she thought she was not familiar with me. Maybe Miss Wright had called Miss Harrington a long time ago."
Hearing this, Darcy cursed in her heart, but she still pretended to be nonchalant.
Waylon's gaze fell on Darcy's body. His eyes were not very sharp, but he also took a little look: "Darcy, have you ever received a call from Alena?"
Darcy originally wanted to deny it, but after another thought, if Waylon checks her call records, it would be easy to get rid of this kind of lie. She might as well just admit it.
So, she nodded openly: "Alena did call me yesterday."
In Waylon's slightly changed eyes, Darcy said unhurriedly: "But she didn't ask Mr. Gray, she just asked me if I would go back to eat."
The light in Waylon's eyes dimmed bit by bit, and in the end, there was only a depth, which made people unable to see the end at a glance.
The atmosphere gradually became a little weird. Even Bill, who had always been emotionally slow, noticed that something was wrong. He couldn't help taking a peek at Waylon's expression, only to find that his face was a little scary.
A few seconds later, Waylon laughed coldly: "Let her go."
As his voice fell to the ground, the invisible pressure in the air suddenly disappeared. After only a few seconds, Bill felt like a century had passed, and his palm was warm.
After coming out of the apartment, Bill looked back at Darcy who is taking him out, and said earnestly: "Miss Harrington, since the president is living here now, you must take good care of him. If you need anything, just talk to me."
"Assistant Bill, please rest assured, I know what to do." Bill is Waylon's confidant, and the closest person to him. Darcy wants to please him, so she speaks very politely.
Bill nodded: "That's good, I will leave the president to you. I have other things to do, so I'm leaving."
Just now, Waylon asked him to investigate the driver's movements. This matter is of great importance. Of course, we should not delay the time. The sooner the better.
Darcy stood in place with a big smile and watched Bill leave.