Chapter 259
Bill Clay was very efficient, so he directly transferred Waylon Gray's private jet.
"President Waylon, everything is ready and you can board the plane now."
In the luxurious suite, Waylon Gray is now in front of the huge French windows, and the afterglow of the setting sun hits his face, making it difficult to see his expression.
Bill Clay did not dare to say a word, silently stood aside.
I don't know how long it has passed before Waylon Gray turned around and left without saying a word.
Bill Clay hurriedly followed. When passing by Alena Wright's door, Waylon Gray's footsteps finally stopped slightly.
Bill Clay immediately understood, lowered his voice, and asked, "Mr. Waylon, do you need me to inform Miss Alena?"
He had no confidence when he said this. After all, if Waylon Gray wanted Alena Wright to know, he would not leave in such a hurry.
Sure enough, his voice just fell to the ground, and he immediately received Waylon Gray's look.
Bill Clay closed his mouth quickly, but the corner of his eyes couldn't help but secretly look at Waylon Gray's back.
After standing in silence for a few seconds, Waylon Gray gave an unknown grunt and turned away without hesitation.
The elevator went down all the way, and Waylon Gray strode towards the outside of the hotel.
Yves Kelly was lying by the swimming pool of the hotel soaking in the sun. When he saw Waylon Gray, there was an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Waylon, where are you going?" Yves Kelly asked knowingly, with a puzzled look, "It's going to have dinner soon, what are you going to do now?"
Waylon Gray was at the time when his anger was attacking, and he was still in the mood to pay attention to Yves Kelly's problem. He frowned coldly, kept walking, and continued to move forward.
"What's wrong? I didn't provoke him?" Yves Kelly touched the back of his head, looked at Bill Clay behind him, and asked, "Who provokes Mr. Waylon?"
"Oh, Mr. Yves, don't ask." Bill Clay's bitter melon look quickly lost a smile and hurriedly followed.
The private jet was parked on the lawn not far from the resort, and the huge and large propellers were turning non-stop, stirring up all the working air with the sound of breaking wind.
Such a big movement naturally spread to the hotel, and Alena Wright, who was sitting in front of the computer concentrating on conceiving a new design, also heard the movement.
"What happened, why is it so noisy?" Alena Wright got up and went to the balcony, opening the window just to see the scenery on the lawn.
The black fuselage is depicted in the shape of an eagle, and there are golden diamond patterns on the wings.
Alena Wright's eyes widened immediately. She knew this private jet. Whose would it be if it wasn't Waylon Gray?
A few years ago, Alena Wright once went to see Waylon Gray and witnessed him embarking on the plane. Perhaps because of the unique color, Alena Wright kept it in her heart.
I didn't expect to see it here, could it be...
As if to confirm her guess, the tall man stepped up the stairs of the private jet in the next second.
Even across the bushes of green trees, Alena Wright could feel the aura of an indifferent man's body.
"Waylon..." Alena Wright murmured unconsciously, but the doubts in her heart became more intense.
Is he leaving now? Why is it so sudden?
Alena Wright immediately took out her mobile phone and dialed Waylon Gray's phone while staring at the figure not far away.
Although it is a bit far apart, Waylon Gray can be seen looking down at the phone, but I don't know why the call is still not connected.
Alena Wright frowned, and suddenly had a bad thought in her heart.
Sure enough, the phone was cut off in the next second, and Waylon Gray handed the phone to Bill Clay who was aside.
Bill Clay took it over in fear, and couldn't help but twitched, "Mr. Waylon, are you really not picking it up?"
He could see clearly, Alena Wright's name was flashing on the phone screen.
"If you dare to make your own claim, I will throw you to Africa to feed the sharks." Waylon Gray's voice was very cold, without the slightest temperature, but between the lines, there was a firmness that people would not dare to question.
Bill Clay's face became a little ugly, and he smirked twice, "Dare not dare."
At this moment, the phone shook again, and Bill Clay looked at Waylon Gray for instructions.
"Turn off the phone directly." Waylon Gray walked into the cabin with a faint voice.
Bill Clay hesitated for a moment, after thinking about being fed the shark and living well, he finally decided to live well.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off..."
Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone, Alena Wright was stunned.
She didn't understand, what happened to Waylon Gray. Why would you not answer her call? Even after knowing that she called, he turned off his phone?
It would be too far-fetched to say that this was just an accident.
Alena Wright could see clearly that Waylon Gray did indeed take out the phone.
That means he knew she had made a call, but he still deliberately didn't answer it.
An inexplicable sadness surged into her heart. After all, Alena Wright was a little sour and felt a little aggrieved.
Obviously, the two people were fine before, and the two of them were still lingering last night.
This sudden gap caused Alena Wright to fall into deep self-doubt. She even began to wonder, did Waylon Gray regret it after waking up today? That's why he can't wait to escape her like this?
Women are always impulsive and irrational when facing love. Alena Wright, who is surrounded by such emotions, can't calmly think about the causes and consequences of the whole thing.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved her eyes became red.
In sharp contrast to her loss, Yves Kelly's room was almost a grand carnival.
Darcy Harrington, dressed only in a black lace gauze, leaned quietly against the side of the wine cabinet, holding a goblet in her hand, shaking slightly.
Yves Kelly looked at her with a smile, and nodded very satisfied, "This is a good thing. Although the process has been a bit tortuous, it is fortunate that there is no danger."
Their original plan was to get Waylon Gray drunk so that Darcy Harrington could take this opportunity to climb onto his bed, and the two of them cooked raw rice.
It's just that Waylon Gray and Alena Wright rolled together in some of the branches that happened in the middle, but it didn't matter, they still achieved their goals. Waylon Gray still thought that the person who accompanied him in the spring breeze was Darcy Harrington.
"Fortunately, I'm smart. I know that I should put my clothes, take off, and lie down beside him, otherwise all the hard work will be wasted." Darcy Harrington smiled very proudly, her slender fingers gently turned her hair, raising her hands. There is a charm that instigates people's hearts.
"Yes, you did a good job in this matter. I toast you."