Chapter 228

However, as time passed by, whether it was Waylon or Alena, no one came.

"Damn it all, damn them all..." Darcy's extremely mad. Strangling the pillow on the sofa, she punched on it fiercely as her face became hideous and terrifying. Gone are the gentleness and meek look she always portrays in front of Waylon.

An abrupt cell phone ringing suddenly resonated and Darcy squinted her eyes, already guessing who it was. She took a look at the caller ID and saw Yves's name displayed on the screen as expected.

"Hey..." Darcy's not in a good mood, so her tone is naturally not amiable.

"Oh, I see someone is jealous. Isn't this your idea?" On the phone, Yves sneered and said teasingly. "I have good news for you. It seems that I made it myself."

Darcy was writhing in anger and couldn't care much about anyone. She slapped her head and covered her face, cursing lowly. "Don't you just want to say that Waylon called you personally? So what? I can't participate