The waiter was a bit troubled: "Sir, are you sure this time?"
"Are you new here? Don’t you recognize me?"
The waiter shook his head.
Henry Sullivan nodded: "Mm, go tell your boss that this wine, Henry Sullivan’s buying it, hurry up and open it, my wife’s friends are waiting to taste it."
After the waiter opened the wine, he left, and not three minutes later, Owen Lennon, dressed in a suit, came through the crowd.
After meeting with Henry Sullivan, the two first came together for a fist bump hug, Owen said in surprise: "When did you get back? That waiter came to tell me, and I thought he got the name wrong."
"Just got back this morning."
"You’re something, coming back now without even telling your buddies, huh?"
"I’ve got some special business to handle, was planning to meet up with you tomorrow," he said as he patted Owen on the shoulder.
The two chatted while the onlookers were surprised, and Owen glanced at them and asked Henry Sullivan: "Your friends?"
"Henry Sullivan, what’s going on, what wife, who is she?"
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Seeing this cute yet not overly so woman, Owen shook hands with her: "Hello, hello, beautiful, nice to meet you, let me introduce myself, I’m Owen Lennon."
"I know you, you’re famous in the legal circles, just didn’t expect you knew my captain."
"Knowing him... isn’t that simple, we grew up playing together," he said, looking at Henry Sullivan: "You haven’t introduced me to your little lady, have you?"
"Haven’t had the chance."
Ivy Miller leaned forward a bit: "I didn’t know the captain knew you either, my captain’s always the strong silent type."
Owen handed her a business card: "In the future, just show my card and play here anytime."
"That’s so generous?"
Henry Sullivan snatched the card and handed it to her: "She won’t be coming to the bar again."
Ivy Miller pouted at him, what a hard-to-come-by opportunity, this uncle really is...
Seeing his reaction, Owen couldn’t help but laugh and whispered in his ear: "Young people these days love to have fun, let her play here with me, could I let her suffer a loss? Or do you want her to sneak off somewhere else?"
Henry Sullivan thought and agreed with the reasoning, then pulled back the card and handed it to her: "This is Owen’s welcome gift to you, take it."
Ivy Miller stuck out her tongue with a smile and accepted the card: "Thank you, uncle."
Hearing her address, Owen couldn’t help but laugh: "That’s right, indeed more like an uncle. My old buddy here is really an old ox eating young grass."
Henry Sullivan shot him a look.
Owen waved his hand: "Alright, let’s not talk about it, come find a place for us to have a drink."
"Alright then, everyone, do as you please, I’ll be right back."
Owen said: "Little sis, if you need anything, just tell the waiter, today whatever you eat or drink, put it all on my tab, this bottle’s on me too."
The two headed towards a private room inside, Mila Hughes got anxious: "Oh my god, Ivy Miller, what’s your husband’s background, being friends with the boss of Sal’s Bar isn’t something ordinary people can do, did you know this boss is someone from the upper class of Anchester? What does your husband do exactly, he’s amazing."