A Toyota Prado quietly drove on the road.

Harvey York leaned on the passenger’s seat while looking at the night sky. Nobody could figure out what was going through his mind while he occasionally sipped his soda.

Wildcat suddenly spoke after a brief moment of awkwardness.

“Is that your girlfriend, Master York?”

“How can you tell?”

Wildcat turned to Harvey.

“Judging from the woman’s look and tone…

“She looked completely wronged.”

Harvey burst out laughing.

“You’ve never been in love after all, have you?

“Let me tell you something. No matter their personality type, they’d look almost the same when they get angry.”

Wildcat nodded lightly.

“Why didn’t you explain the situation to her then?”

“What’s the point?”

Wildcat was stunned.

He was not stupid. He quickly understood the situation.

People like Harvey hated explaining to others the most.

In his eyes, Winston Osborne, Billie Higgs, and the others were only playing make-believe.

What was the point of explaining if that we