Faye Vaughn casually typed back: [I'm on Riverbend Road, near Victory Plaza.]
That was her current location.
But she was about to go in for the concert soon.
Wyatt Hawthorne's reply was simple: [I'm on my way.]
Faye Vaughn didn't say yes, and she didn't say no. She put her phone away and got up to find Vincent Hawthorne.
She walked to the restrooms outside the coffee shop and heard a conversation coming from the men's room.
"I've seen you at my eldest brother's company. Did he send you? Why are you spying on me?"
"Second Young Master Hawthorne, I wasn't spying on you."
"Then you were following me?"
"Second Young Master Hawthorne, I was not."
The man in the newsboy cap inside adamantly denied it.
Vincent Hawthorne didn't believe him. He called his eldest brother, Wyatt Hawthorne, and demanded coldly, "What's the meaning of this? Why did you send someone to follow me?"
Wyatt Hawthorne's equally icy voice came through the receiver. "Who are you on a date with?"
