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.

All of a sudden, her eyes lit up mischievously and she started to gossip.

"Miss Gordon is very beautiful, don't you think? But I didn't know that she's Tyrone’s type. I think her cup size is C!"

Waylen gulped and rolled down the window.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little hot!

But Cecilia was oblivious.

"She's gorgeous, and I almost doubt there's something fishy going on between her and Harold. Fortunately, Tyrone's pursuing her, so I won't have to worry about her."

Waylen didn't say anything and kept his eyes on the road.

After a long time, he broke the silence and asked, “So, when's the wedding?”

Cecilia blushed shyly.

"It depends on Harold. He's busy with his career now, so I don't want to push him."

It was a red Light up ahead, so Waylen slowly stepped on the brakes.

He turned to look at his sister and asked casually, "Does he love you?"

“Of course!"

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“What does he Love about you?" Waylen pressed.

Cecilia counted off with her fingers.

“He loves my good looks, my educational experience, and my family background. And he loves that I have decent parents and a capable brother..."