Five thousand dollars.
Five thousand dollars... wasn't a big deal.
He was more afraid that the kid would coerce him into spending more money during their time here.
As Sheridan thought of this, he regretted his decision. He really shouldn't have pretended to be generous.
Now that he'd brought him here, he, as the adult, couldn't get the kid to leave.
Sheridan was feeling extremely depressed.
He entered the private room and looked on painfully as Beanie ordered food. He calculated the amount he'd be spending silently and comforted himself.
Never mind. What was five thousand dollars? It would cost way more to get a wife. What was more important was to win that woman over successfully.
Sheridan beamed at the thought of them getting married in the future. He would set up a pasta shop, and he wouldn't need to wake up early for work anymore. Vera would be handling the chores, and they would live a peaceful life together.
Sheridan suddenly felt that the 5,000 dollars was totally worth spending.
After Beanie had finished ordering his food, he realized that Sheridan didn't seem like he was in distress. He even looked like he was daydreaming. Although he didn't quite understand his facial expressions, he doubted that he was thinking of anything good.
"Sir, what are you thinking about?"
Sheridan was pulled back to reality when he heard Beanie make a sound. When he saw the boy sitting there staring at him with crystal clear eyes, he smiled again.
"I wasn't thinking about anything. You're done ordering? Is that enough?"
Beanie smiled happily.
"That's enough. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Beanie felt that Sheridan didn't seem to mind his spending at all. Who knew why he'd changed his attitude so quickly. He looked at his phone as it vibrated, and it turned out to be a message from his uncle.
"Where are you?"
Beanie's eyes twinkled when he saw this!
Oh, Uncle Quill had finally decided to show up!
He quickly exited Quill's chat box, opened Auntie Vera's chat box, and then shared his location to her.
By the time she got here, they would bump into each other.
Moreover, once this blind date of Auntie Vera's met Quill, he would know to back down.
Beanie then returned to his uncle's chat box and asked him boisterously.
"Are you coming?"
"Wasn't it you who'd asked me to come?"
"But you don't seem to be willing to come over? I better not tell you where I am."
At this moment, a car stopped outside the hotel, with Quill in the back seat. He stared at the text message and pursed his lips unhappily. He massaged his temples, as his head hurt.
This little guy was trying to force him to admit that he'd wanted to come, wasn't he?
He really was cheeky. Who'd taught him to be this way?
Oh well, if the chips fell the way they were supposed to, he would have to admit it sooner or later.
He then started tapping on his screen to reply to the message.
"I wanted to come, okay?" "You said it yourself."
"Give me the private room number."
Beanie was satisfied with his answer. He got the private room number from the waiter, and sent it to Quill.
After the waiter had gone out, Sheridan had a confused look on his face.
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