Chapitre 503: Chapter 500 - Behind The Summerhouse

"You look so cool, Dylan. Trust me!" Ryley interrupted, then firmly grabbed the curly boy's arms. "Now Puff out your chest and put on some attitude. You're my manager, don't let people see you like a withering flower, okay!" He chuckled, "Otherwise Martin will scold you later!"

"A-alright then..." Dylan said, heaving a deep sigh as he looked at the watch coiling his wrist and continued in a reluctant tone, "Do you think the party will be over before midnight?"

"I guess? But I don't know." Ryley answered, "Do you have something else to do?"

Dylan nodded hesitantly in return, his round big eyes that looked like a cute puppy's slowly rolled towards the blond as if making a plea.

"It's okay, I don't think the party will last that late. I don't plan to stay for too long either." Ryley said, patting Dylan's shoulder with a reassuring smile. "We can go back before 11."