"Tyrone, I've been paying close attention to your situation. I'm glad you're fine." Mrs. George sat gracefully on the luxurious sofa, dressed in a high-end gown. A slender lady's cigarette dangled between her fingers with poise and elegance. She took a drag from her cigarette, exhaling a perfect smoke ring into the air.

A handsome male waiter stood behind her, gently kneading her tense shoulders.

"Thanks, you're so kind." Tyrone lounged on the armchair, his back propped against the sofa. He casually crossed his legs and rested his arms on the armrest. "How are you doing recently?"

Mrs. George gave Tyrone a wink and remarked, “We last saw each other a year ago. I missed you so much."

Tyrone remained collected, unfazed by Mrs. George's jest. "I came across a news article about Jason from the Decena Group being your companion on your trips around. With someone like him by your side, I'm sure you had a blast.”