Dylan glanced at the rearview mirror, watching George whisper to Isabelle.
Mr. Harris, can you at least try to maintain some decorum?
Whispering like that really doesn’t suit your image. And what’s up with this secrecy? I’m right here. Can’t you two do it when I’m not around?
You’re making it seem like I asked something inappropriate.
Feeling both frustrated and puzzled, Dylan suddenly locked eyes with George’s warning glare in the mirror, sending a shiver down his spine.
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