Serenity hung up and said to Zachary, “Let’s order when Ms. Doyle gets here.”

“Sure, honey.” Zachary was indifferent.

Ms. Doyle was Grandma May’s bride candidate for Dylan. If nothing unexpected happened, she would be his sister-in-law in the future. It was not a big deal for them to meet in advance.

The only thing was they had no clue who Dylan would choose in the end.

That was his business, though. Dylan could worry about it all by himself. Zachary could not be bothered.

Serenity took Sonny to wash his hands while Zachary sat on the sofa. Dylan stood waiting at the entrance, not knowing who Serenity had invited for dinner.

He texted Peter, but Peter had stopped replying to him.

“That damned Peter stopped replying after hearing I got into trouble. Are you scared I’ll drag you down with me or implicate you too?” Dylan cursed Peter softly.

Soon, he heard the sound of high heels. It sounded a little familiar, like…

After some thought, Dylan remembered now. It sounded like Imogen