Chapter 29

'Damn Waylon Gray!'

Alena Wright wanted to her own master, and directly covered Waylon Gray's mouth and told him to shut up.

If she could raise her head, she would have raised her head a long time ago. Does she still need his reminder?

If she raises her head now, she will reveal herself directly.

Seeing her silent, Waylon Gray hung his head tightly, his brows frowned slightly, he held her wrist without a trace, and squeezed her secretly, as if silently warning her.

Alena Wright felt the pain from her wrist, but she refused to look up.

She is dead if she raises her head, she is a fool to raise her head.

In short, she just cannot lift her head up.

"I'm still ashamed of such a big person. Vincent Mario is an elder. Do not be so rude. Look up..." Waylon Gray reached out and pinched Alena Wright's chin. The danger in his tone was clearly audible. He ignored Alena Wright's struggle and forced her face to be lifted.

Although Alena Wrigh