Chapter 223
Alena Wright directly chose to call the police and Judy Amber was taken away soon and the farce finally ended.
Christiano Cohen slowly looked around at everyone and as he looked at them, everyone could not help but bow their heads. Either with guilty conscience or fear and they just did not dare to look at him.
Christiano Cohen snorted coldly. "I know that you are not satisfied with Alena Wright sitting in this position. If you want to compete, I said you can use normal methods instead of those shameless means."
He paused and glanced at Alena Wright who was still full of anger and said, "Moreover, the reason why Alena Wright can sit in this position or the reason why she can think is entirely due to her personal ability. Everyone is an adult. People, I hope you can understand."
Christiano Cohen had been in the company for a long time and the employees below were more or less a little afraid and sparse promises were heard one after another.
Christiano Cohen eased his tone, "Okay, everyone is dismissed."
The others left one after another, Christiano Cohen walked to Alena Wright. "Let's go, I will send you home."
Alena Wright was in a terrible mood. She was splashed with sewage in the face and no one would be happy when she was replaced.
"No, I'll just go home by myself," She shyly refused. At this time, she just wanted to be alone.
"I think you have been in a bad mood recently, so let me see you off," Christiano Cohen already started walking and stepped out when he spoke.
Alena Wright was too embarrassed to say anything even if she wanted to refuse.
They arrived at the underground parking lot and rushed towards the Gray's villa.
At the same time, Waylon Gray also decided to go home.
He came out of the bedroom and looked at Darcy Harrington sitting on the sofa. "The injury is almost healed. Let's go back."
Darcy Harrington did not really want to go home so much. Here, she can enjoy the world of the two with Waylon Gray. Once back in that huge villa, she has to endure Alena Wright dangling in front of him.
However, since Waylon Gray had already spoken, he probably made up his mind.
She did not have the confidence to influence his decision, so she nodded. "Okay, I'll go and clean up."
"Okay," Waylon Gray faintly replied.
After living there for a few days, there would always be traces of life. Not long after Darcy Harrington entered, Bill Clay also arrived.
Bill Clay did not dare to hide anything. "Ms. Gray, Miss Wright seems to be participating in an international design competition recently. She stays in the company almost every day and has never been to other places."
Waylon Gray sat silently on the sofa with the afterglow of the setting sun shining beside him. It gave him a mysterious aura.
"I understand. You can go and prepare. We will go back now." He did not react too much. Even the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were as calm as ever and it seemed that there was no excess emotion caused by Bill Clay's words.
No one knew that under the calm surface of Waylon Gray's dark eyes was raging anger.
There were not many things to pack. Darcy Harrington came out soon. "I have packed everything; shall we go now?"
Waylon Gray stood up. "Let's go," he said.
The silver Aston Martin dashed on the highway and rushed to the Gray's Villa.
Alena Wright had already returned to the villa, because she was the only one in the house recently, so she also asked Rhea Thompson to go back to rest.
She stayed in the room for a while. She felt a little hungry, so she got up and went to the kitchen to prepare a plate of pasta for herself.
However, she searched for a while and the pasta at home seemed to have been eaten. The ingredients in the refrigerator never stayed overnight and there was nothing to eat.
She dismissed the idea of making pasta on her own and decided to just go out to eat.
Alena Wright changed her shoes to go out, but as soon as she walked to the gate, she heard the sound of an engine.
The silver car drew a streamline in front of her eyes. Darcy Harrington, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at her sharply.
She narrowed her eyes dangerously and felt that Alena Wright's existence made her more upset.
Alena Wright also recognized that it was Waylon Gray's car and looked at them in surprise.
Bill Clay parked the car just at the door of the villa. He got out of the driver's seat and went to open the back-seat door. Waylon Gray got off first behind him was Darcy Harrington, who had returned to her nature.
Darcy Harrington lifted her skirt down and suddenly raised the corners of her mouth when she met Alena Wright's gaze. She got on her feet with her ten-centimeter high heels and lost her balance. She threw herself aside. The expected pain did not come. Darcy Harrington fell into Waylon Gray's arms.
"What's the matter? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Waylon Gray frowned slightly. He promised to take good care of her, repay her for her life-saving grace and feel guilty towards her. That was why he did not want to see Darcy Harrington get hurt, especially when she is with him.
"I..." Darcy Harrington raised her head and looked at him. She pulled out a weak smile. "My feet seem to be weakened. It hurts a little."
Waylon Gray's gaze followed her smooth calf and those high heels were indeed a bit too high.
Waylon did not waste any time. Darcy Harrington was carried by Waylon. "Your foot is injured. Walking with strong support will only hurt you," Waylon Gray said softly.
As he walked across the yard, he commanded Bill Clay without looking back. "Let the doctor come over."
The accident happened too fast. Just when Alena Wright would react, Waylon Gray had already carried Darcy Harrington and walked to the front.
She immediately returned to her senses and greeted him. "Waylon," she called. "When did you come back?"
Waylon Gray's footsteps stopped there. He looked at her up and down with icy eyes and a sneered arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He noticed that Alena was dressed so neatly. He wondered if she was going to go out.
It seemed that during the time he was away from injury, not only was she not worried, but she also lived very freely.
Darcy Harrington in her arms groaned in time. She secretly pinched her palm with her fingers. She was forcibly making herself look pale.
Waylon Gray was really distracted by her. His brows were twisted together and he continued to move forward.
Alena Wright did not expect him to react like that. She still had a lot of things to say and a lot of doubts.
However, Waylon Gray turned out to have such an indifferent attitude.
Stunned for a few seconds, Alena Wright immediately followed and once again stood in front of Waylon Gray. "What's the matter with you? Why do you ignore me?"
She looked at the woman in front of him. She still looked exactly the same as he remembered, but Waylon Gray felt strange for no reason.
She was so embarrassed to ask him what's wrong. Shouldn't she touch his conscience and ask him to see if his heart was black or red?
Thinking of Alena Wright's nonchalant attitude towards him, Waylon Gray's expression grew colder and his tone was cold like ice, as if he could pierce through people. "Get out of my way."
Without a trace of warmth, Alena Wright was completely chilled and a strong protest was born in her heart.
He was the one who left without saying goodbye and he was the one who lost his temper bizarrely. What happened to Waylon Gray?