"I forgot to bring money," Titus Zane honestly said, feeling sowhat embarrassed as it was the first ti he had asked Nathan Moore for money.
However, if he didn’t ask Nathan Moore, going out with two people he wasn’t very familiar with and having empty pockets would be even more embarrassing, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak up.
"Hmm," Nathan Moore responded indifferently, stood up, went over to the coat rack, and from the pocket of his suit jacket, he pulled out a wallet and handed Titus Zane a Black Card.
"The PIN is Olivia Zane’s birthday."
Most people use their own birthdays as their bank card PINs, but Nathan Moore set the PIN to Olivia Zane’s birthday, which showed how much he loved her.
Titus Zane accepted the Black Card, his expression indifferent, not affected by the fact that Nathan Moore’s bank card PIN was Olivia Zane’s birthday.
"Thank you." Those simple words carried a tone of aloof detachnt, as if she held herself miles away from others; turning around, she then rembered sothing else and turned back to look at Nathan Moore’s back, saying, "I’ll give it back to you later."
Nathan Moore had just returned to the card table when his movents, particularly in handling the cards, noticeably paused; his handso face turned cold, his thin lips pursed, and his fingers unconsciously tightened on the mahjong tiles, throwing them onto the table without a glance, coldly dropping two words, "Whatever!"
Nicholas Croft glanced at Nathan Moore but said nothing, whereas Evander Lancaster had long understood the situation clearly.
Only Felix Shaw, srized by money, kept his head down focusing on his own cards, not caring about anything beyond the card ga.
Titus Zane...
Stood there, sowhat at a loss.
She was a woman who cared about face; ever since university, she had never asked her family for pocket money. Moreover, she was rely stating a fact—after all, they had been "married" for so long without him giving her any pocket money, and she had always spent her own savings.
Mia Foster stood holding her handbag in front of the couch, and even though she was well aware of the grievances between Nathan Moore and Titus Zane, she hadn’t anticipated such an interaction between them.
During this awkward mont, Sophie Foster looked at her wrist where a watch adorned with colorful rhinestones glead, and exclaid.
"Oh no! Hurry up, or we’ll miss the exciting performance!"
"Oh, let’s go, even Sophie is getting anxious," Mia Foster said, grabbing Titus Zane’s wrist and pulling her out of the private room.
Heaven on Earth, in Sophie Foster’s words, was her domain.
The busiest nightclub in City T, a place of mixed repute.
Upon entering the nightclub, Sophie Foster, knowing the place well, led them to the bar and pulled up two bar stools, "Have a seat, ladies," then she also grabbed one and sat down herself, placing her studded backpack on the bar with a swagger.
"Hennessy, a whole bottle," the bartender turned around, saw it was Sophie Foster at the bar, and brought over a bottle of Hennessy, smiling as he spoke.
"Yo, Lara, struck it rich? Why so generous tonight!"
"Hmph!" Sophie Foster raised her chin proudly, slightly arching her eyebrows. "Of course! Can’t lose face when I’m treating two lovely ladies out tonight!"
"Right, right," the bartender agreed with a smile, apparently on good terms with Sophie Foster, while he busied himself opening the bottle, "Our Lara is always the ticulous one, everyone in the nightclub knows it!"
"Good to know!" Sophie Foster, young and exuberant in her deanor.
Saw the bartender bringing over glasses, took them saying, "I’ll do it, you go busy yourself."
Sophie Foster distributed the three glasses filled with an amber liquid to Titus Zane and Mia Foster, keeping one for herself, then raised it.
"Here, ladies, to our friendship, cheers!"
Titus Zane and Mia Foster also raised their glasses, clinked them with hers, and took a sip. Mia Foster looked around curiously and asked.
"Do you co here often?"
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