Tyson Thornton didn't leave immediately but continued to sit there, slowly drinking, until that same waiter came down.
"President Thornton, it's all taken care of," the waiter reported with a smile: "We've sent Miss Sunny to accompany him, she is an undergraduate, cultured, and empathetic, she'll definitely satisfy him."
Tyson Thornton nodded, took out his card to pay the bill, and then got up and walked towards the doorway. He wasn't drunk; he mostly drank juice.
Stepping out of the pub's gate, the wind blew and sobered him up quite a bit, then he walked towards his car and unexpectedly saw his wife Alisha Demontes waiting there for him.
He thought he was seeing things, rubbed his eyes, and looked again, it really was his wife Alisha Demontes, she was staring at him with wide eyes.
"Wife, how did you come here?" he called out with a chuckle.
