When Preston said this, he almost shouted it out, his voice was so loud that it echoed throughout the room, and Harper was frightened, her face turned pale.

“Lower your voice!”

“Why? Are you afraid that he’ll hear us?”

Preston reached out and pinched her face, squeezing it hard.

“Are you afraid that he’ll see us?”

He lowered his head and leaned close to Harper’s car, purposely blowing on it.

“I don’t mind putting on a live show and having him as a spectator.”

“You’re ...