Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride Chapter 249: Uncle Mo disdains his wife for being disabled a

"How could this work?"

As soon as Nicholas Croft finished speaking, Beatrice Hargrave frowned in agitation. "If the dia captures with several uncles at the clubhouse, who knows how they might sensationalize it, and then Dad will definitely be unhappy!"

Just as Beatrice Hargrave was about to stand up, she was pressed back down by Nicholas Croft.

"No worries, with these uncles here, no dia would dare to write nonsense."

"Really?" Beatrice Hargrave asked, half-believing, half-doubtful, to which Nicholas Croft casually responded, "Mhm," a nasal sound, yet a reassuring one.

In front of the entertainnt magnate, which journalists would dare to be reckless!

Beatrice Hargrave sat beside Nicholas Croft for a while, then got up again and returned to the sofa, striking up a conversation with Titus Zane.

"Do you know Uncle Moore?"

Titus Zane thought for a mont and said with a smile, "Kind of."

"Oh," Beatrice Hargrave uttered, then continued, "I heard he has a wife who is disabled, sits in a wheelchair all day, and later Uncle Moore despised her and sent her back to her parents’ ho."

Titus Zane...

Looked at Beatrice Hargrave in astonishnt, "Who told you that?" Although his sister Olivia Zane lived in her parents’ house, Titus Zane felt that Nathan Moore wasn’t such a superficial person, not to ntion their deep affection.

"Psh, who needs to be told?" Beatrice Hargrave scoffed, then continued, "Now all over the upper echelons of T City gossip about this behind the scenes, but because Uncle Moore’s business is so large, they don’t dare to offend him to his face."

"Is that so?" Titus Zane unconsciously replied, his mind filled with thoughts of despising her, sending her back to her parents’ house...

The atmosphere beca a bit awkward, of course, only for Titus Zane.

At the mahjong table, the ga was still fiercely underway. Mia Foster’s luck was truly incredible; playing for so long without setting off any alarms, achieving Thirteen Orphans, Pair pair Hu, continuously pushing forward.

Soon, the drawer of winnings couldn’t even fit her chips.

After reshuffling the cards and drawing new ones, Mia Foster snapped her fingers at Felix Shaw while looking at the mahjong tiles in front of hers.

"Light a cigarette, I’m sleepy!"

Without any words, Felix Shaw took a cigarette from his own pack and lit it for Mia Foster, taking a hit before handing it over to her. Mia Foster took the cigarette from Felix Shaw’s hands, smoked to keep awake while continuing the ga.

A few minutes later, Mia Foster pushed the mahjong tiles forward, "Self-draw, pair pair Hu!"

Evander Lancaster pushed his mahjong tiles forward, discontentedly saying, "I’m not playing anymore, it’s no fun."

He opened the drawer and took out a quietly lying chip, throwing it in front of Mia Foster, "Here, sister-in-law, this is all I have left."

Mia Foster collected that chip along with her own from the drawer, joy visibly written on her face.

"Every chip is money, thanks to the gentlen for being gracious."

Nathan Moore leaned back in his chair, lit cigarettes for himself and Nicholas Croft, and the two n leaned back in their chairs. Watching the couple across from them count their chips.

Felix Shaw played with the chips in front of Mia Foster, exclaiming, "Wow, so many, enough for to buy a few bottles of good wine!"

Mia Foster gathered the chips towards herself, turning her head to look at him with a guarded expression.

"We agreed beforehand, the winnings are mine, the losses are yours!"

Seeing Mia Foster act like a protective hen, Felix Shaw raised an eyebrow in denial, "Did I say that?"

"Of course you did, everyone at the table can testify!" Mia Foster confidently asserted, but Felix Shaw turned his handso face toward the other three n.

"Big brother, second brother, did I say that?"

Two n looked at him, leisurely smoking, unresponsive.

Felix Shaw then turned to Evander Lancaster.

"Fourth brother, did I say that?"

Evander Lancaster, elbow on the table, took a drag, glancing casually at the guarded Mia Foster, smiled, "What words? I don’t rember them."