Jackson Xander nodded shyly.
Mason Nightshade gave a meaningful smile, raised his hand to call over the waiter, glanced at the menu, and casually ordered a few dishes.
Jackson Xander's face grew darker and darker, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Aurelia Shaw was speechless.
Isn't this taking advantage of others? There are so many dishes on the menu, yet he ordered the most expensive ones and even a thirty thousand bottle of wine.
Forget it, forget it, she'll make up for it in Jackson Xander's salary later.
...
After eating only a few bites, or rather, barely eating at all, Mason Nightshade put down his knife and fork and asked Aurelia Shaw, "Shall we go back?"
Jackson Xander looked at the table full of almost untouched dishes, costing nearly all his life savings, and cried inside, reminding himself that a man must not cry.
Swallow the broken teeth.
Aurelia Shaw sighed inwardly.
