Chapter 209
Soon, Christiano Cohen sent Alena Wright.
The car stopped at the entrance of the villa. Alena got off the car and thanked him again: "Christiano, I know that this matter is resolved because of you. If it weren't for you, Mr. Ford would not be so easy to talk to. Thank you so much."
"What a silly thing to say, it's not that you are good enough yourself, it's useless not to let me speak to him." Christiano smiled, with a hand in his pocket, but Alena's hair was stained in the corner of her eye.
He naturally stretched out his hand to remove it for her, and shrugged in Alena's unclear gaze, "You are still the same as you were at school, you are always so careless."
"Do I?" Alena touched her head awkwardly but didn't notice how childish her expression was at the moment.
On the balcony on the second floor, Waylon saw this scene, holding the railing with one hand, and squeezing the glass with the other hand, as if he was about to crush the glass with great strength.
The two downstairs didn't realize it, Alena smiled faintly: "Sir, you should go back soon, and be careful when driving on the road."
"Okay." Christiano nodded, opened the door and sat in.
Alena took out the key and entered the living room until the sound of the engine went away.
At this point, the people in the villa were already asleep, and the living room was dark.
Alena turned on the light based on her memory, and after a burst of dazzling light, it suddenly brightened like daylight.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of her.
"Damn!" Alena screamed in fright, and took two steps back, clutching her heart.
Only then, can she see clearly that the figure in front of him is Waylon.
Waylon turned his head faintly, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Why? Are you scared to see me?"
Alena frowned, calmed down and walked over: "Why are you still up? The lights are not turned on at night, which scared me."
Waylon sneered, "So you know it's already late at night?"
Although his voice did not aggravate, his tone was a bit of good and evil.
Alena frowned uncomfortably, and was about to retort, but noticed the gauze wrapped around his hand.
She froze for a moment, and said in surprise: "Why are you injured? Is the injury serious?"
As she said, she wanted to see Waylon's injury. Waylon raised his hand to hide, avoiding her actions, and coldly dropped a sentence: "Don't worry about it."
Alena's hand froze in the air. Waylon has always been like this for a period of time. He always loses his temper inexplicably. Alena is getting less aware of what this man is thinking.
"Well, whatever you want." She didn't want to be boring anymore, put down her hand lightly, turned, and walked to the second floor.
Since he doesn't need her concern, why should she rush to please him.
"Stop!" Waylon stood up from the sofa, staring at Alena's back as she walked away.
Does she have that kind of attitude? Knowing that he was injured, is she still indifferent?
Alena stopped, but didn't look back, her tone was also not very good: "Waylon, it's already midnight, and I want to rest after a busy day, so I don't have time to fight with you."
Waylon let out a cold laugh, and the cold air around his body solidified: "What are you up to? Are you busy meeting your senior or going to the hotel? Huh?"
Hearing this, Alena turned around abruptly, her eyes full of disbelief: "You actually followed me?"
Waylon's face was also ugly. His original intention was to protect her, but he did not expect that Alena went out to the hotel in the middle of the night!
"If you haven't done anything wrong, why should you have such a big reaction?" Waylon snorted coldly: "Someone sent you to the door of the house. Do you want to deny it?"
Alena looked at him and suddenly felt that Waylon at this moment was so strange.
He didn't believe in himself, he sent someone to follow her, and he is still saying something blatantly here!
That's enough!
"Whatever you want, think what you like!" Alena bit her lip and ran back to the upper floor. Laid down, shut the door with a slam.
Waylon still maintained the standing posture; his entire face was pale.
It took a long time before he looked back, his eyes were raging with anger as if he could burn everything around him.
Darcy Harrington closed the door gently, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth.
It seems that her opportunity is here. Waylon and Alena are arguing so hard that if she takes advantage of this, she will definitely achieve the best results.
Darcy thought for a while, took out her mobile phone and typed a text message to Yves Kelly.
Soon, there was a reply: "Tomorrow's plan will continue as usual."
After getting a definite answer, Darcy squeezed her mobile phone in excitement, her face also exuding abnormal blush.
Soon, she will get everything she dreams of.
Early the next morning, Darcy came to the company alone early. She couldn't fall asleep with excitement last night, so she came to the company ahead of time.
Before long, Waylon also appeared with a cold face.
After leaving with Alena last night, Waylon coldly smashed all the cups in the living room. Up to now, his anger has not disappeared. The whole person walks like a cold wind, wherever he goes. People doesn't dare to approach.
Darcy watched Waylon walk into the office, with an inexplicable smile at the corner of her mouth.
In the office, Bill Clay stood with his hands down.
Waylon stepped forward, put his suit jacket on the sofa, and walked to sit behind the desk.
Bill watched him. He didn't dare to express himself. After the two-people sent out last night followed Alena to the hotel, of course the news came to him as soon as possible. After struggling for a long time, he decided to report the news to Waylon.
After staying with Waylon for so long, Bill naturally knew the temper of his boss, and he did not dare to mention a word about what happened last night.
The atmosphere in the office was dull and terrifying. In the quiet environment, only the rustle of Waylon flipping through documents was left.
When the cell phone rang, Bill couldn't wait to find a place to hide.
Feeling Waylon's fierce gaze, he hurriedly covered the phone, but the moment he looked down at the screen, the expression on his face immediately became very serious.
Then, regardless of other things, the phone was connected.
After a while, Bill ended the call, and his expression became solemn: "Mr. Gray, the person who wanted to frame Miss Wright last time has been found. This is the address."
Hearing this, Waylon's movements froze.
Although Alena always annoyed him, he still wanted to catch the person who dared to play him and Alena, to ensure Alena's safety.