Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 863
As Ariana descended the stairs, she noticed her phone buzzing incessantly in her pocket. Taking it out, she saw the group chat
ablaze with notifications. There were already a lot of unread messages.
Ariana opened the chat and saw that the Latest message was from Betsy.
“By the way, where’s Tyler? We’ve been talking, but he’s as silent as a grave.”
Sarah quickly followed up with a question mark. “Yeah, isn’t he supposed to be on vacation these two days? But he’s vanished
without a trace. Where could this guy have disappeared to?”
In the western part of the city, the barbecue restaurant hummed with life, drawing a crowd of people eager to savor its delectable
flavors.
Though its storefront appeared somewhat shabby, this small establishment had perfected the art of barbecue over its decade-
long existence, winning over numerous Loyal patrons and gaining popularity in the neighborhood.
Amidst the bustling scene, Tyler, adorned with a mask and a hat, worked diligently.
The restaurant belonged to Tyler’s family, and he willingly Lent a hand whenever he had the chance.
As he focused on grilling the skewers, a mysterious figure suddenly appeared, dressed in black from his clothes to his mask and
hat.
The person, with a deep and hoarse voice, approached Tyler and requested, “I’d Like five hundred skewers of lamb kebabs.”

Tyler glanced up, noting the time, and responded politely, “I’m sorry, but it’s almost closing time. Grilling five hundred skewers
would be quite a task, especially as we still have previous customers’ orders to fulfill. Perhaps you could try another place?”
Much to everyone’s surprise, the man in black remained unyielding, insisting, “You have to grill them for me right now!”
A furrow formed on Tyler’s brow; he wasn’t fond of dealing with unreasonable individuals. Yet, he maintained his composure and
patiently reiterated, “The customers in front of you got here first, so it’s first come, first served.”
Unperturbed, the man strode over to the customers who were still waiting for their orders. With an air of forcefulness, he placed
several bills on their table, declaring, “I’m taking over this spot today. Take the money and leave.”
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Tyler’s initial impression was that this individual must be grappling with some deep-seated issues. He appeared to possess an
abundance of wealth with no meaningful outlet to channel it. A second thought crept into Tyler’s mind, suggesting that this
person was intentionally causing trouble. Besides, he couldn’t handle the daunting task of grilling five hundred skewers for a
single patron on his own, not to mention the fact that the man’s demeanor didn’t exude any intention of relishing a delightful
meal.
A disgruntled customer found his voice and directed his ire at the man.
“What do you think you’re up to? Who do you believe you are? How can you be so rude just because you’re a Little wealthy?”
Feeling uneasy with the unfolding situation, Tyler decided to adopt a direct approach and take a stand. He yearned to rid himself
of this peculiar individual as swiftly as possible. “I regret that I cannot accommodate such an extensive order. I’m closing the

establishment now.”
To Tyler’s surprise, the man in black erupted into a barrage of harshly accented shouts as soon as he uttered those words. “I
came here to savor some barbecue! Why do you presume you can just shut down? You’re not permitted to close today!”
Hoping not to escalate the tension further, Tyler apologized to the other diners and began to tidy up, signaling his intention to
depart.
Witnessing this, the man hurriedly approached and bargained, “I don’t need five hundred skewers anymore. Just one hundred.”
Tyler paid no attention and continued to gather his belongings.
Persistent in his efforts, the man said, “Fifty.”
With a firm expression, Tyler finally responded, “Ten skewers, and then I am closing up.”
Reluctantly, the man replied with a disdainful snort, “Fine. If it weren’t for the online reviews claiming that your skewers are
delicious, I wouldn’t have come here.”