Kenny and Bowie knew that Waylon was only saying this because of Doris.

Judging from the situation, it looked like the chauffeur was going to send Jennie home in her car. Meanwhile, Doris would have to take a cab home.

After all, she was Emmeline’s pastry chef. It wouldn’t be good for something to happen to her this late at night.

“Alright, Waylon. We’ll head out first then.” The two brothers bent down and got into the car.

Waylon also got into the Maybach and said to the driver, “Follow that car just now.”

“Yes, Mr. Waylon,” the driver, who had been transferred from Osea, hurriedly complied.

Half an hour later, Waylon watched as the car Doris and her sister were in entered a row of townhouses.

The car stopped in front of a gate, and Doris got out of the car.

“Doris,” Jennie’s tipsy voice came from inside, “How are you going back?”

“I’ll just take a taxi,” Doris said, “You should quickly take a shower and rest.”

“Then be careful,” Jennie said, “Text me when you’re home.”

“I got it,” Doris bent over and waved to her sister through the car window, “Goodbye. Rest well.”

The car drove past the gate, and Doris turned around and started walking back.

The Maybach stopped by the roadside, its windows rolled down. Waylon watched as Doris’ silhouette stretched under the streetlight.

looked a bit

Suddenly…

heard her humming a

in love, but had one foot out the door. I suppose it was doomed to begin with. Oh, how your beautiful eyes ripped my heart

sang beautifully, but Waylon

so late, and she was walking alone outside a residential area where it was

afraid

the

Doris, a long slender figure had suddenly

was unable to see his face clearly. All she could feel was

called out, “Don’t come closer. You don’t want to

be bothered to explain himself. “No one

pause, Doris

the light as she narrowed her eyes at the person in

my goodness, isn’t this

Waylon!” Doris became delighted. “What are you

home,” Waylon said coldly, “Unfortunately, I ran into

just take a taxi.” Doris’ alcohol-addled

frowned. “You want to follow me all the way back to Macsen Villa in a

and said, “Oh right, we’re going to the same place. Look

simply turned around, heading towards his

steps, pulling open the back door

that Waylon was also sitting in the back. When they both pulled open their respective car

for a moment before sitting down

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