The underground parking garage.
"I've already invited Melissa and Vincent," Taylor said gently, looking at Sinclair and Camilla.
"Let's have dinner together."
Sinclair's expression remained indifferent, clearly showing little interest.
However, he didn't outright refuse. Instead, he lowered his gaze to the woman in his arms.
"Want to go?"
"Yes!"
Camilla thought of Melissa, and a faint smile flickered in her eyes.
As a friend, she felt she should go.
If anything unexpected happened, she could always step in to help.
"Alright,"
Sinclair replied, his demeanor still calm.
But upon closer inspection, one could see the unmistakable tenderness in his eyes.
"I'll get in the car first," A faint smile played at the corners of Taylor's lips as he strode toward his car.
Taylor had no doubt about it.
If Camilla said no, Sinclair wouldn't hesitate to turn him down.
The man's infamous "bros before hoes" attitude was practically common knowledge at this point.
