Chapter 230
Yves smiled slowly and didn't take his indifferent tone to heart. Afterward, he changed the front of the conversation and tentatively asked. "How have you been with Alena recently? Are you happy?"
When it came to this topic, Waylon always had a headache. He leaned back and nestled his head on the sofa, lost in a trance. He rubbed his side temple as his brows wrinkled in irritability. "Don't mention it, it's annoying."
"What? What happened? Don't you want to tell me?" Yves's mouth raised in humor but the smile on his face was extremely cold. The reason why he made this call is to test Waylon's bottom line and see if Alena still has any hold in his heart. Once Waylon doesn't care about Alena, then he can start the next action. Otherwise, he can do nothing.
With Waylon's protection, even if he can get rid of Alena, he will reveal a huge flaw. If the old man knows the truth, he won't sit still and not let him go. When that happens, he will have no choice but to survive or die.
"Nothing to say." Waylon is not a person who likes to talk about family matters, so even though there are some conflicts between him and Alena, he doesn't want outsiders to know.
Yves understood his character so he no longer pressed. Sighing deeply, he then reluctantly said. "Well then, you can handle it yourself."
People like Yves don't need to speak too clearly. Similarly, they don't need to listen to everything. Waylon's words just now contain too much information, enough for him to piece together a general idea.
"That's right." Yves simply changed the subject. "Uncle has been abroad for a long time, right? When do you plan to come back?"
The existence of Alfred is also a hindrance to Yves. With Alfred's love for Alena, it may not be easy for him to do something detrimental to her.
"It's been a while." Waylon nodded faintly as his head hurts even more when he thought of the old man living abroad alone. "I don't know what he thinks, he hasn't returned home for so long."
It is not difficult to find their cat and dog relationship in his subtle complaining tone, tinged with an unconcealed concern. After all, it is his father, Waylon is still a little worried.
Yves smiled. "You're just a softie in the heart with a knife tongue. If you care so much, why don't you take the old man back?"
"Forget it." Waylon shook his head and refused. Alena alone is enough for him to worry about. When there is another person who makes his head throb, then he just won't live well.
"Don't just talk about me, how are your affairs going?" Waylon took out a cigarette and lit it, walking slowly to the balcony. The scarlet fire was extinguished in the night, glowing with its fiery appearance amid the dark.
He was very aware of the purpose of Yves's return and it was to find his long-lost sister. He has been back to City A for so long, so he should be a little bit optimistic.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Yves could reply. "Things are not bad."
"What do you mean by not bad?" Waylon frowned. "If you need something, just speak up. It's important to find someone first."
"Yeah." Yves replied faintly and the laughter that came through seemed a bit meaningful. "There should be results soon."
"That's all right." Waylon flicked soot. Since everyone has their own life, he believes Yves can handle his affairs well especially since this guy's ability is not inferior to him.
"Well, it's not too late, you can rest early." Yves smiled and hung up the phone. Perion came over from behind and poured a glass of champagne for him. Looking at his Young Master, don't know when Yves gradually fell in love with the taste of drinking champagne.
"Master, are things going well?" Perion's voice was extremely low, barely inaudible, and sounded a bit harsh in the silence of the night.
Yves has long been accustomed to his existence, maintaining his original appearance, and even his posture has not changed at all. "Not bad." He hooked his mouth, held up the base of the wine glass, and drank it with his head up. The time the old man gave them is running out. If there is no more result, he's afraid it will be difficult to explain the situation to them.
On the other hand, Alena kept on tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep while Darcy held her mobile phone and started planning the next move.
She wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to ask Waylon out. No matter what method she'll have to use, as long as the two of them were alone, they could always make physical contact. She didn't believe that's impossible to happen. With her figure and beauty, Waylon wouldn't be indifferent in the dead of night. Even if he would be unwilling, she wouldn't mind using some means to make Waylon a dog of her body. Truth be told, Darcy already checked a place suitable for short-term travel nearby in a pleasant city. At that time, she leaked her career line and wore a short skirt, enough to make any man salivate. She took advantage of the moonlight and had two glasses of red wine in her stomach so that the straight man of steel could turn soft.
Early the next morning, Alena and Waylon went to work separately.
Darcy stayed alone in her bedroom and carefully prepared her plan. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Everything was ready, everything was prepared in advance, but the qualm in her heart is enough to make her agitated. As long as Waylon nodded his head and agreed, it would be a matter of time before he could win him.
After having this idea, Darcy began to look forward to Waylon's return. It is best to rush in front of Alena, lest the woman is an eyesore again.
Soon after hours passed by, it was evening.
When the sound of the engine gradually stopped at the door, Darcy ran to the window sill and looked down at the Bugatti Veyron of the man she fantasizes about.
Bill got out of the driver's seat and walked around to the back seat, opening the door for Waylon. Intently observing his every move, his legs are straight and slender and a pair of black leather shoes are polished brightly.
Waylon walked into the living room but Darcy didn't go down immediately. She knew that Bill was also there and she didn't want to say those words in front of somebody else.
After waiting for another moment, Waylon finally sent Bill away, took off his gray suit, and walked towards the second floor while loosening his tie. When Darcy stood in front of him, Waylon had already unbuttoned the first button of his neckline, revealing his sexy Adam's apple.
She couldn't help swallowing her saliva, not knowing why ever since she wanted to have him, her desire for Waylon became stronger and stronger, almost reaching an impulse that made her hard to restrain.
"Why don't you take a good rest in the room?" Waylon stopped and looked at Darcy disapprovingly.
'People who are not feeling well should lie in bed and have a good rest and don't go out to walk around as if they're okay.' Shaking his head, he looked at her with a pursed mouth and furrowed brows.
As if seeing his thoughts, Darcy immediately answered. "Waylon, I have something to tell you."