Frederic had already prepared the papers.

"You just need to sign your name here and pay the bail."

Waylen darted his eyes at Lillian and the other two men and said indifferently, "I'll bail them out, too. Besides, what happened tonight..."

Frederic instantly understood what Waylen meant.

Members of rich families were afraid of getting involved in scandals.

Frederic immediately smiled and said, “Don't worry, Mr. Fowler. I won't tell anyone about this."

Waylen went through the formalities swiftly and smoothly.

The rich man shouted, "I don't need him to bail me out! I don't want to owe him a favor!"

Frederic was about to scold the man.

But Waylen raised his hand, took out his phone, and said casually,

“Sure, I'll just call your father right now. I'll Let him know what his son does every day.”

The rich man's face turned red.

Waylen knew his father?!

Seeing that the rich man didn't say anything more, Waylen decided not to make things difficult for him and walked out of the police station.

Frederic kissed the check and waved enthusiastically, “See you next time, Mr. Fowler."

Waylen ignored him.

He got in the car, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag.

Harold came over.

Waylen said flatly, "Get in the car."

Harold seemed to have guessed this. He smiled, opened the door, and hopped in.

As soon as he got in the car, Waylen gunned the engine and started driving. The expensive car had great performance and had no problem accelerating from zero to break-neck speed. Because he'd had too much to drink, Harold felt sick. He suspected that Waylen drove like a maniac on purpose.

He was already flying the damn car.