DYLAN'S POV:
Luckily, I still had some mercy for that woman. I left the bar again and hurriedly got into my car. I thought about just going home— in case I found Lara there when I got home. From the road, I couldn't help but get angry. I kept speeding my car. I even sped up my driving so I can go home right away. I didn't care if I still had a traffic violation. I just wanted to get to the mansion as soon as possible.
When I arrived at the mansion, I quickly parked my car and hurriedly went inside.
Before I could even enter, a loud slap greeted me from Grandpa.
"Stupid Dylan! This is what I've been telling you all along. Stay away from that Ashley! But look how did she get into the party when she wasn't invited?" Grandpa shouted at me angrily while I was still holding my jaw that was
