Chapter 277

The cold water touched her skin. It caused a bitter chill. The cold touch made Alena Wright's mind sober again.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup seemed to have been spent, because she had just vomited. She described it as embarrassing.

She looked sadder with the effect of alcohol in her body, she couldn't help but cry.

When a person was most vulnerable, the first thing he thought of was always the person he trusted the most.

Out of a certain instinct, Alena Wright slowly took out her phone and dialed Waylon Gray's number. At that moment, she was in this state and she couldn't be sure whether Waylon Gray answered the phone or not. She just vented to the phone.

"Waylon Gray, you bastard! Why are you doing this to me?"

On the other end of the phone, Waylon Gray was sitting in the study and drinking tea. He suddenly heard Alena Wright's scolding from the phone and couldn't help but froze.

It was not over yet, Alena W