Chapter 260
Yves Kelly smiled and raised the glass in his hand to him, the two of them touched the glass lightly, and both smiled and drank.
Darcy Harrington stretched out her tongue, licked the wine stains on her lips, suddenly thought of a question, and said in confusion, "But some things are very strange. According to Waylon's character, he will definitely have doubts about what happened last night. Didn't he call monitoring?"
Once the surveillance is called, Waylon Gray will know that Alena Wright has also stayed in his room for a long time.
"Heh, what do you think?" Yves Kelly didn't answer the question but laughed unclearly.
Darcy Harrington looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, "Could it be that you moved something in the middle?"
Otherwise, how could Waylon Gray believe it so easily?
"What are you doing? How did you do it?" Darcy Harrington really admires Yves Kelly more and more. There seems to be nothing in this world that he can't do. She can always deal with him in time. No worries.
"It's actually very simple, but it's just a bit of manipulation of the hotel video. What he saw may not be true." Yves Kelly smiled casually, but there was a coldness in his narrow eyes.
But arrogant and arrogant people like Waylon Gray often only believe what they see with their own eyes, but sometimes seeing it may not be true.
Darcy Harrington suddenly realized that a smile gradually burst into her eyes, "I'll just say it, otherwise things won't go so smoothly."
She picked up the wine bottle slowly, filled Yves Kelly with red wine with her hands, and said, "Come on, toast to our victory."
"Okay." Yves Kelly looked at her, and the two smiled at each other.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Alena Wright's panicked voice sounded, "Yves, are you there? I have something to look for you."
Darcy Harrington immediately looked at Yves Kelly and raised her eyebrows, and asked what was going on with her eyes.
Yves Kelly shook his head silently, and whispered, "You go to the bathroom to hide first."
Darcy Harrington responded silently. Fortunately, she was wearing slippers. If she stepped on high heels, she would inevitably make a noise when stepping on the floor.
Yves Kelly looked at the table again and hid one of the wine glasses.
After doing all this, he said, "Well, I'm here."
He walked to the door, opened it, and saw Alena Wright's panicked expression at a glance.
"Alena, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"
Of course, you have to pretend to be ignorant at this time, so as not to be noticed.
Alena Wright didn't think much, she grabbed his arm and said anxiously, "I saw Waylon boarding his private plane. It seems that he has already left, but I don't know why he did this?"
"Don't worry." Yves Kelly gave a soothing comfort. He watched Waylon Gray leave with his own eyes, now that he knew he was gone.
However, Yves Kelly immediately put on an expression of surprise, "No way? Why did Waylon go away so well? Did you make a mistake?"
"I don't believe it either, but I can see clearly that the private jet belongs to Waylon. I have seen it before."
Alena Wright's eyes were red, and after she couldn't make Waylon Gray's phone call, the first thing she thought of was Yves Kelly. In any case, these two are good friends. Maybe Yves Kelly can contact Waylon Gray.
Seeing her so determined, Yves Kelly quickly said, "Perhaps because there are other things to be busy?"
Alena Wright didn't believe this at all. She had already made countless excuses for Waylon Gray, and there was no reason to convince herself.
She shook her head sadly, her voice gradually lowering, "If it's really because of other things to be busy, he won't be so busy that he doesn't even have time to talk to me."
And Alena Wright didn't say that Waylon Gray turned off the phone when he knew she had made the call.
"That seems a bit strange." Yves Kelly looked at Alena Wright, took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and handed it to her, "Don't worry, have you tried to make a call? Maybe Waylon Gray really just forgot it."
Alena Wright couldn't take care of it, and she hurriedly said, "I've called, but I can't get through. Would you like to call me one? Ask him what the hell is going on."
"Okay, then you wait a while." Yves Kelly responded, walking to the bedside to take his mobile phone.
Dialed Waylon Gray's phone in front of Alena Wright and turned on the speakerphone by the way.
The phone call was still shutting down, and the two subconsciously looked at each other, Alena Wright bit her lips tightly.
Seeing her about to cry, Yves Kelly appropriately expressed his concern, "Okay, don't worry, it may be that the battery is out, or I will give Bill Clay a try?"
How could there be so many coincidences in the world, Alena Wright didn't believe it at all, but couldn't find any other reason, so she nodded silently.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off..."
To everyone's surprise, Bill Clay was also shut down, and it couldn't get through at all.
Yves Kelly put the phone aside and looked at Alena Wright helplessly, "Bill's also can't get through."
Although she was mentally prepared, Alena Wright was still a little sad when she really faced this moment.
She bit her lower lip firmly, because of the force too much, there were even faint red marks on the crimson lips.
As a qualified friend, of course, you must express your concern infinitely at this time.
Yves Kelly immediately said, "Why don't you go back and rest first, I will try to contact other people."
There seems to be no other way besides this method.
Yves Kelly and Waylon Gray have been friends for so many years, and they should have a lot of people who know each other. It is better for him to contact him than to think about it alone.
Alena Wright reluctantly nodded, "Then I will trouble you."
"Fool, you're so polite to me." Yves Kelly smiled and stroked her hair, and said softly, "Go back and take a good rest. I will tell you when I have news."
After calming down, Alena Wright also suddenly noticed something wrong with her behavior just now, and squeezed out a hint of a smile, "I'm sorry to let you see a joke."
"Don't be so polite, I'm going to be angry."
Yves Kelly deliberately put on a serious expression, teasing Alena Wright a little better.
After a few words of comfort, he sent her away.
Yves Kelly didn't close the door until Alena Wright was no longer visible.