It was obvious that she liked Waylen!

Harold's face was livid.

Clutching the steering wheel tightly, the driver didn't dare to move until Harold finally barked, “Start the car!"

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled the car out of the parking lot. After driving for a while, he asked, "Mr. Moore, where would you like to go?"

“The club," Harold answered gloomily.