Chapter 203
Did Alena already know it?
Judy lowered her eyes, the expression in her eyes kept changing.
Where did this woman get her confidence?
Alena chuckled. She slowly let go of the ball pen in her hand and resumed her calmness again. "Remember what I told you earlier. Your time is coming.
After she finished speaking, she stood up and ignored the surprised eyes around her. Alena went straight to the bathroom.
When the cold water hit her face, Alena felt that the burning anger was slightly gone.
If it weren't for Christiano's special request, she would tear off Judy's disguise just now and let everyone see her true face.
However, Christiano specifically explained on the phone that she should not act rashly now. After this matter was over, she would lay for all the injustices.
Moreover, her top priority now was to come up with better ideas and plans quickly. She would focus on that.
Alena raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were sunken, and her eyes were dark. It was evident that she was not sleeping well.
She touched the phone in her pocket and dialed Waylon's phone number.
The moment the call was connected, Alena smiled unconsciously. "Waylon, are you free at noon? Shall we eat together?"
She thought about it, and instead of continuing to deepen the problem with Waylon like this, she should take the initiative to resolve it. She believed that one day, Waylon would understand her sincerity.
However, Bill's awkward voice came from the phone. "Miss Alena, it's me."
Alena couldn't be more familiar with this voice. She took the phone to her eyes to confirm that it was Waylon's phone number, and then she raised her eyebrows. "Bill? Why are you answering his phone? Where's Waylon?"
"Sorry, Miss Alena, the president is still in a meeting. The meeting will last until the afternoon. I am not sure when it will end." Bill's attitude was very polite, even considered respectful, but what he said made the smile on her face fade slightly.
She pursed her lips, feeling lost, "Okay."
Bill quickly continued, "I'll find an opportunity to pass on Miss Alena's words to him and see how the president arranges his schedule to eat with you."
Alena originally wanted to refuse, but after she thought about it, she nodded and agreed. "Okay, then I will trouble you."
"It's not trouble for me." After the call, Bill glanced at the closed door of the conference room. Helplessness flashed on his face.
Putting the phone back in her pocket, Alena tidied up herself and strode out.
She didn't want to disturb Waylon's work, but this guy couldn't skip eating, right? They had to meet more to melt the inexplicable tension between them.
However, Alena waited from morning to afternoon, but she did not receive Waylon's call.
She was able to sit still at first. After all, Waylon was the president of the Emperor Group. He needed
to make decisions on all matters of the company.
But as time passed by, Alena's heart became sad.
No matter how busy he was, he couldn't be so busy that he couldn't even eat.
Bill said that he would notify his boss. In other words, Waylon knew that she had called but was still indifferent.
Realizing this, Alena became angry.
When she took the initiative to put down her pride, this guy did this. What did he mean?
Alena was furious, so she didn't wait for Waylon's call anymore. She threw her mobile phone aside and immersed herself in work again.
Bill quietly opened the door of the meeting room again, where a meeting was taking place.
Waylon sat at the front. His hand-made black suit made his upright figure more handsome.
His face was as calm as water even if there was a fierce debate in the meeting, but in the depths of his black eyes, an invisible storm was brewing.
Only those who know him know the earth-shattering effect once the attack occurred.
Bill felt a chill in his back and then quietly backed away.
There had been a problem in the company recently, so Waylon was busier than usual.
After weighing it up, he dismissed the idea of going in. After all, this meeting was about billions of dollars in investment, and he couldn't bear this responsibility.
Time passed bit by bit, and when the needle was pointing to four o'clock, the door of the meeting room was finally opened.
Waylon stepped out first, and behind him was the stockholders with their heads down.
Bill immediately had a judgment on the result of this war.
He walked quickly behind Waylon and walked towards the president's office.
Waylon sat down behind the sofa. The indifferent and solemn aura on his body had not dissipated. He exuded a majestic atmosphere.
Bill carefully look at his expression and then said softly, "President, Miss Alena called you this morning and wants to invite you to eat."
Waylon raised his hand to loosen his tie, and his voice was indifferent and cold, "Yeah."
Was this over?
Bill courageously raised his head and glanced at his boss, but he saw Waylon rubbing his eyebrows tiredly as if he was tired.
He immediately understood that those shareholders were all scheming persons, and it was not easy to deal with them.
Bill stopped talking. He poured a glass of water and handed it over respectfully
. "President, take a break first, and I'll order you a meal."
"Yeah." Waylon waved his hand and motioned for him to go down.
Bill took two steps in the direction of the door but saw Darcy walking towards him.
He stopped slightly, "Miss Darcy, you are-"
Darcy came in hurriedly. It seemed that she didn't expect that someone was in the office. She froze for a moment and then smiled. "I thought Mr. Gray hadn't finished the meeting yet, so I bought the meal in advance and brought it here. I didn't expect Mr. Gray to have returned. "
Hearing movement, Waylon slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the lunch that Darcy was holding.