Chapter 202

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