The Bentley Continental GT slowly pulled to a stop in front of the Thai restaurant. Harold got out of the car and bowed to thank Waylen. The two men exchanged meaningful glances.

Waylen nodded and pulled away.

Cecilia climbed into the passenger seat.

“This is a moving car. You should be more careful," Waylen scolded his sister, but it was too late. Cecilia had already fastened her seatbelt.

She rolled her eyes, refusing to take her brother seriously.