Alice Turner had been racking her brains trying to figure out a good way to ask Thomas Fisher to leave. Meanwhile, time was slipping away by the second.
The sky outside had gradually darkened, yet Thomas Fisher sat steadily on the sofa, showing not the slightest intention of getting up to leave.
Anthony was starting to lose his patience. He stood up and walked toward where Thomas Fisher was sitting. His voice reached him before he did, "Mr. Fisher! How long do you plan to stay here? We're going out for dinner; you'd better clear out."
As he finished speaking, he halted his steps.
In fact, Thomas had already heard footsteps when Anthony started approaching him, and he knew the other party was coming for him. He just wasn't in a hurry to respond, quietly waiting for him to come over and confront him.
"Dinner, right? Let's go together; my treat." He completely ignored the other's intention to urge him to leave, focusing solely on the topic of dinner.
