Wesley Foley was taken aback and looked at Felix Shaw with confusion. "You know each other?"
A hint of discomfort arose in his heart, for being "known" by such a promiscuous man seemed hardly a good thing.
Leaning against the back of the chair, Felix Shaw's hands were crossed, his thumbs chasing each other unconsciously. His lips curved slightly, and his gaze at Titus Zane had an inescapable intensity.
In contrast, Nathan Moore appeared quite composed, pinching the teacup to his lips to take a small sip. However, his eyes flickered dodgily, as if unable to find a suitable resting place.
Titus Zane felt a sense of sorrow when looking at the two men opposite her, especially towards the one who was sipping tea.
He had come from so far just to cause trouble for her, and she couldn't guess what he was up to.
