"What?" Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow, not understanding her intention.
Sophie Sullivan frowned, looking at him with an expression of 'Why are you so stingy?': "Give me money."
"How much do you want?" Thomas Shannon pulled out his wallet, flipped through it, not much cash inside.
Sophie Sullivan reached over and directly snatched all the cash, then lowered the car window and waved.
The waiter incredulously pointed at the tip of his nose. Sophie Sullivan smiled and nodded. The waiter jogged over, "Hello, is there anything I can do for you?"
Sophie Sullivan handed him a wad of big checks, "Here's your tip, thank you."
The waiter's back tingled with a chill; this money... he didn't dare to accept it.
Sophie Sullivan shoved the money into his hand and looked away. The waiter watched the black Lincoln gradually drive away, holding the money in his hand.
It felt like a hot potato.
Those contraceptives... were actually fake.
