, Lily didn’t want to disturb Nathan Moore, but she was worried, after all, Beatrice Hargrave was one of her few friends in the country.
After seeing the news, Titus Zane still called Nathan Moore.
Nathan Moore’s sleep was always light, perhaps a natural alertness inherent to businessn.
The phone on the bedside cabinet vibrated a few tis, and Nathan Moore sleepily reached for it, his eyes slightly closed, brows furrowed in response to the disturbance of a good dream.
"Hello, who is this,"
"Nathan Moore! How is Beatrice Hargrave now? Has she been affected?"
As soon as he spoke, Titus Zane went straight to the point, and the man lazing on the bed was also jolted awake by the voice calling "Nathan Moore" piercing into his ears.
"Titus Zane, what’s wrong?"
"Nathan Moore, I just saw the news online about Beatrice Hargrave..."
Nathan Moore closed his eyes and took a deep breath, interrupting Titus Zane’s worry, "Nicholas Croft will handle it, don’t worry."
"But!"
"No buts, tell , why aren’t you sleeping in the middle of the night, where are you now?"
"I..." Titus Zane hesitated for a mont facing Nathan Moore’s question, "I’m in T city."
"What?" Nathan Moore sat up straight again, his tense body visible through the silk fabric of his pajamas, showing the tightened biceps.
"When did you co back?"
"Just arrived at the hotel."
"You checked into a hotel?" Nathan Moore’s narrowed eyes showed a dangerous glint, "Titus Zane, you co back to T city and checked into a hotel."
Coming back to T city without telling him beforehand was already too much, and now she even went to a hotel, this woman was really sothing!
Titus Zane still didn’t know the man on the other end of the phone was angry, naturally blinked, "Yes, where else would I stay?"
Nathan Moore...
Feeling a stomach-full of anger, he was clearly angry, yet that foolish woman didn’t even realize it.
Angry, he said, "Forget it, I need to sleep!"
And with that, he hung up the phone.
Looking at the disconnected call, Titus Zane was sowhat baffled, listening to the tone, Nathan Moore seed angry, but why? Was it because he was upset for being woken up?
Confounded, he blinked and was just about to rest on the bed, when the phone in his hand rang again.
Looking at the caller ID, it was still Nathan Moore’s number.
"Hello, Nath..."
"Lily is hospitalized, she misses you, visit her if you have ti, at your mother’s hospital." Titus Zane had just started to speak when Nathan Moore interrupted him with such a long sentence, then hung up again.
Titus Zane...
Pursed his lips, took a deep breath, watching the gradually dimming phone screen, sowhat amused by this man’s bad temper upon waking.
At that mont, in a presidential suite at so hotel in Banyan City.
Beatrice Hargrave clung to Nicholas Croft’s chest, a thin blanket covering her hips, but her smooth back was fully exposed to the air.
"Uncle Croft, what should we do now, you see," Beatrice Hargrave handed the phone to Nicholas Croft, "there are hateful ssages about everywhere, will people throw eggs at my next concert?"
Nicholas Croft flicked away the phone brought to his face with his finger holding a cigarette, slowly exhaled smoke towards Beatrice Hargrave’s face, seeing her furrow her brows and turn away, his lips curved with obvious mischief.
"No, we’re not doing the next concert."
Beatrice Hargrave’s eyes widened, her naked body clinging to the equally bare-chested man, "Why not?"
"Aren’t you worried about being pelted with eggs?" Nicholas Croft said with a smile as he exhaled another puff of smoke.
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