Chapter 153
With their clasped hands, they reached some kind of ulterior agreement.
Darcy retracted her hand and pursed her lips, not wanti9ng to stay any longer. "What should I do now?"
"You don't need to do anything, for the time being, go home and wait for the news." Yves said lightly.
Although Darcy is somewhat dissatisfied with this, she still needs to rely on Yves in the future and can only say. "Okay, then I will go back first. I'll wait for your good news!"
"Okay." Yves didn't send it either, watching her turn and leave. Until the door of his presidential suite was closed again, he then took his gaze back.
In the quiet suite, a figure was taken aback from the inside. "Mr. Kelly, isn't it wrong for you to do this?"
If it is not too respectful, some of the following have committed.
If Perion was not his confidant, Yves would have attacked him long ago.
Right now, all that he could give is a casual hum.
Perion said anxiously. "Master, Mr. Kelly asked you to find the whereabouts of the lady but you carried an order that could hurt her. Once you let him know, with his thunderous means, I am afraid we will all be unable to survive, perish and die."
Hearing this, Yves who closed his eyes and seemed like in a slumbered, lifted his lids.
The man's violent methods flashed through his mind and the fear that was pressing deep in his heart began to roll again. His clenched fists, barely suppressing all the anxiety and his tone was gloomy. "Even if he knows, what else can he do? It'll be too late to tell him and who can prove that I harmed his daughter?"
Yves gritted his teeth in an unsatisfying way. "For so many years, I was born and trained to do his bidding. Half of the old man's power was obtained by me! But now that he wants to find her daughter to inherit the family business, how can I stand it?"
Not reconciled, there is no way for him to just watch Alena easily take everything he dreamt of wanting to have. Since there is no way to change, there is only one way to stop it, even by any means!
"But?" Perion, with his head down, hesitated. "Mr. Kelly, Miss Alena is innocent after all. Will we do this to a woman like her?"
Yves swept his gaze coldly and interrupted him in a deep voice. "Are you trying to say that I was too cruel to do this?"
He sneered as the curved corner of his mouth was full of sarcasm. "People are not living only for themselves, and the heavens knew this rule too. If you want to blame me, she shouldn't be that old man's daughter!"
If it wasn't for the old man who wanted to get her back and let her inherit the family business, maybe he wouldn't put her in his eyes, let alone approach her.
However, now that it is clear that Alena's existence has become a stumbling block for him, either he'll kick her away or find a way to get rid of her.
His imperative appearance made Perion's heart tremble, making him lowered his head more respectfully.
Yves slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke and the scarlet flame between his fingers was extinguished. "You can do it without worry, even if there is any problem, you can't blame me. No one has seen me act from start to finish, it is only Darcy. Waylon will kill her afterward!"
A person suddenly realized that the reason why Yves had gone around such a big circle before and bothered to approach Alena was to use the knife to kill her now.
It can not only get rid of his serious heart problems but also completely stay out of the matter without blood on his hands.
Thinking of this, all the actions he didn't understand before seemed to have reasonable explanations. Yves had calculated everything from the beginning and he didn't know whether he should be far-sighted or gloomy.
Things have developed to the point where they are now, and Yves will never look back anyway.
He stood up indifferently and walked out, leaving only one sentence in the air. "You are grasshoppers tied to a rope. If you fail, you won't do any good."
Although the words were vague, Perion understood his meaning for the first time.
Yves warned him secretly that if he dared to leak things out, he would die even worse before being punished by his boss.
After Yves handled everything, he left the hotel and went directly to the underground parking lot. The moment he got into the car, he noticed the black box placed in the front passenger's seat from the corner of his eye.
He moved for a while, opened the box, and looked at it. Under the dim light, the Aquarius necklace was lying quietly in the black velvet box, shining by the surrounding lights.
"Sister?" He chuckled softly and sneered in the quiet underground parking lot. "Alena, I hope you won't let me down like a brother."
He closed the lid like his life defending on it as he threw the box to the back seat. The sarcasm in his eyes gradually turned into intense anger.
'The good show is yet to come, so let's wait and see whoever is the best!'
Not long after Darcy left, Alena who was in the restaurant ate a little casually and then left once she finished. She didn't wait for Waylon's call since she knew that he is still busy.
Alena didn't bother him either, stopped a taxi, and returned to the villa.
She sorted the luggage that she brought back and saw that there were a lot of personal items belonging to her in the master bedroom. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she sat on the sofa and drank a glass of lemonade to rest.
People will inevitably think about things when they are idle. Her thoughts gradually drifted away, always involuntarily thinking of Waylon's cold and indifferent eyes.
Although he tried to hide it, his shocking gaze couldn't deceive anyone.
'Why on earth?'
Alena supported her chin with one hand and looked at the sycamore tree outside the window blankly.
'Does Waylon still mind the past? Once this thought arises, it can no longer be restrained.'
Alena couldn't stop being flustered. Waylon should have minded that's why he was cold and couldn't figure out his emotions.
If the identities of two people are exchanged, it is difficult for her to guarantee that she will be able to completely relieve her previous suspicions. If two people get along if it is not a good thing to keep grudges so she must find a way to let him go as soon as possible.
Alena stood up and paced back and forth in the room.
'What can I do to make him happy?' Thinking of what Waylon had done for her, she immediately decided. She put down the cup in her hand, picked up the bag on the sofa, and went out.
There are no other servants in the villa except Miss Thompson who is in charge of daily household tasks. Rhea Thompson hasn't come yet and she doesn't want to disturb anyone once she went there.
Alena got into a taxi and said the name of a shopping mall she wants to go to.
It was the same mall where Yves and she used to choose perfumes. This time, Alena came alone. She was not in a hurry so she chose while walking leisurely.
Finally, she stopped at a brand store selling men's shirts, and a shopping guide came over and immediately greeted her. "Miss, what do you need?"