Chapter 69 He Wasn't Going to Help Me at All

That was nonsense!

He gracefully sat on the sofa in the living room and leisurely drank the cup of tea brewed by Aunt Aubree. Looking at him, anger rose in me.

The warmth I felt in the morning had long disappeared.

I checked the time, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. Dylan wasn't going to the company nor the police station, he was just wasting time like this.

Frustrated, I went upstairs to get my bag and was going to drive to the bar.

But I was too naive, because Dylan leaned against my car beside me and said, "Where are you going?"

"The police station!"

I didn't think he was going to help me at all.

Dylan frowned and seemed to be thinking of something. Then he got into my car, sat in the driver's seat, and looked at me. "Get in the car!"

Despite not knowing what he was planning on doing, I got in the car, only to find out that he was driving to the company instead of the police station.

"Dylan, what are you doing?"