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Titus Zane looked up, the mory of Mia Foster winning money for Felix Shaw seemingly still fresh in his mind.
Felix lost a significant amount of money, and Mia Foster played mahjong on his behalf, and then they headed to the bar where Sophie Foster was performing...
Mia was not modest at all; she took off her shoulder bag and thrust it into Felix’s hands, unapologetically saying, "Let’s make this clear, wins are mine and losses are yours!"
"Alright, alright, as you say."
Felix agreed amiably; this woman was always full of crazy ideas, and she had won him a good amount of money in mahjong several tis.
The ga table filled up and the four players started shuffling the mahjong tiles energetically.
Titus Zane wasn’t particularly interested in card gas, sitting next to Nathan Moore, he soon got bored, fidgeting with his elegant handbag, pulling out the phone inside, checking it, and putting it back, only to take it out again soon after...
Nathan Moore knew Titus Zane’s preferences well, playing cards with one hand and gently slapping Titus Zane’s buttock with the other, without looking at him, he said, "Go play over there, but don’t leave."
Titus Zane replied and only on getting up did he realize sothing was wrong; he wasn’t anyone to him, why should he control himself?
However, although he thought so, he didn’t leave and walked over to the sofa, sitting down next to Beatrice Hargrave, and took out his phone, starting to bow his head into it as well.
"Sis Li, look at this!" Beatrice Hargrave exclaid, having just opened a webpage; she leaned closer to him, gazing intently at the touchscreen, pointing at so picture to show him.
Titus Zane was slightly stunned, a hint of helplessness tinged his voluptuous lips; this kid was ultimately too young, unconsciously revealing everything about herself.
If he rembered correctly, the na card she gave him bore an English na, and having t several tis, no one had called her by her Chinese na, yet she had just called him "Sis Li". How could soone unfamiliar address him this way?
Titus Zane leaned forward slightly, Beatrice Hargrave’s finger was pointing at so image, then she zood in, revealing a man’s face, sunny and handso.
"Look! What do you think?"
Beatrice Hargrave’s expression was sowhat eager when pointing at Ambrose Hawthorne, "Isn’t he handso?"
Titus Zane smiled, "Yes, very handso!" He actually didn’t watch much TV or movies, whether Western or dostic, he didn’t like them, but he still complinted to please Beatrice Hargrave.
"Isn’t he eye-candy?" murmured Beatrice Hargrave to herself, then kept gazing at Ambrose Hawthorne’s photo, scooting closer to Titus Zane, covering her mouth with one hand, she whispered, "Let tell you, Ambrose Hawthorne is really a great guy, no airs about him, especially with his fans, so generous. I heard he’s also very accommodating in helping with sleep..."
Titus Zane...
He had only heard that the entertainnt industry was a cesspool, but sleeping with one’s own fans was sothing he hadn’t known.
In his mont of astonishnt, Beatrice Hargrave leaned closer, whispering, "Do you want to et him? I can set it up for you."
Titus Zane licked his lips and firmly declined, "No need." He always felt that Beatrice’s intent in asking him to et was not pure.
"No rush; take your ti to think about it, after all, he doesn’t et just anyone."
Beatrice Hargrave continued to coax, while Titus Zane glanced at her, "Are you close with him?"
"Not really, we’ve just worked on so shows together."
After saying this, Beatrice Hargrave lowered her voice even more, bringing her face close to Titus Zane’s ear and whispered, "I heard his ’skills’ are really good, everyone who has experienced it is very satisfied."
Titus Zane...
What’s happening tonight? Each one that speaks, can’t seem to stray from this topic.
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