"Miss Sherman, Mr. Chester has agreed, let's go." The old waiter stood up and followed Collins Aiden out of the reception room.
The group quickly arrived at the parking lot.
Chester Yale sat in the car first, but didn't start it right away.
Evelyn Sherman stared at his car for a while but didn't dare to get in. The old waiter beside her urged, "Miss Sherman, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and get in the car, don't keep Mr. Chester waiting."
"..." Chester Yale wasn't driving—was he waiting for her?
Evelyn tensed her nerves, hurriedly stretching her hand to open the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.
Only then did the old waiter open the door of another car and wait for Collins Aiden.
Collins Aiden walked to the car, his handsome face slightly raised, his eyes carrying a clarity rarely seen in the world. He first glanced at Chester Yale and Evelyn Sherman sitting together before settling into his own car with satisfaction.
He ordered the old waiter, "Drive."