You Haven't Paid the Bill Yet

Lance came out of the car and looked at Bryson with hostility.

"Mr. Bryson, welcome to Pine City. This city is made brighter by your presence. Why don't you tell me in advance so that I can pick you up in person as a host?"

"If I really do that, I'm afraid I will not be able to stand here now."

Lance lowered his head and chuckled. "Mr. Bryson, you must be joking. We are friends; how could I hurt you?"

Bryson glanced at him indifferently and said, "Mr. Lance, I mean if I had told you in advance, we should sit together and have a drink now instead of standing here to talk. What is Mr. Lance thinking of?"

Lance, "..."

This was a trap for him.

The smile on Lance's face did not change. "How easy it is if Mr. Lance wants to have a drink. I'll treat you tonight. I'll definitely let you have a good time. How about it?"

Bryson gave a faint smile. "Of course!"

Audrey. "..."