"Brother, when did you get back?" Nathan Moore reached out and punched Daniel Armstrong playfully, a joyful expression on his face. It wasn’t hard to see that the two had a very good relationship; otherwise, they wouldn’t greet each other in such a unique way upon eting.
Titus Zane glanced sideways at him, recalling that this man usually had a gloomy expression on his face. Although he would occasionally show tenderness towards his sister, Olivia Zane, such impulsive and sowhat childish monts were rare.
Daniel Armstrong kept his hands in his suit pants pockets, his body slightly swaying backward from Nathan’s punch, as his thin lips curled into a handso smile, "I just arrived today and imdiately reached out to you guys."
For so reason, Titus Zane felt that Daniel Armstrong wasn’t as enthusiastic towards him as Nathan was, perhaps due to his naturally indifferent personality, but Titus suspected there was more to it than just character.
"Let’s get to playing cards already, I had to beg the old man for a leave, and two hours have already flown by," Felix Shaw said impatiently, glancing at his watch.
"Let’s have a chat while we sit down and play, catch up without missing out on either," soone suggested.
After speaking, he turned back and frowned at Evander Lancaster, still fiddling with his fingers, and chided, "Fourth Brother, hurry up, ask the waiter to bring more bottles of liquor and also call over a few ladies!"
Evander Lancaster got up lazily and walked to the door, pulling it open; the attentive wait staff outside ca over proactively.
"Bring so beauties, red wine, spirits, beer - a dozen of everything!" he ordered.
Since the eldest brother said he’d cover the bill, might as well go all out.
The five n sat down at the poker table, and Felix Shaw couldn’t wait to grab the deck of cards, shuffling and dealing, while Nicholas Croft distributed cigarettes to everyone, precariously hanging one in his mouth while dealing cards and smoking at the sa ti.
With wisps of smoke stinging his eyes, he simply squinted one of them shut, looking for all the world like a genuine gambling ghost.
Titus Zane sat alone on the sofa behind the poker table, his casual backpack resting on his knees, currently bored and toying with the straps.
The door to the card room sounded a few tis, and then the waiter pushed it open from the outside, accompanied by lively and coquettish "hellos" as several beauties filed in.
All dressed uniformly in bright red body-hugging cheongsam dresses, their long hair uniformly done up in topknots, their faces plastered in makeup excessively white, with bright red lips and long eyelashes, rendering their natural looks unrecognizable.
One of them walked up to Felix, twisted her body, and hooked his neck to sit on his lap, coquettishly saying,
"Young Master Felix, why haven’t you visited Vivi for such a long ti? Have you found new love and forgotten about Vivi?"
The other four won also sauntered over to sit beside the four n, seemingly not well-acquainted with them.
Evander Lancaster shot a glance at the woman sitting next to him, raised his hand to pinch his chin, pulling his handso face back a little as he frowned, and said mockingly while sizing her up,
"Vivi, you’re so clever. Not only has your Young Master Felix found new love, but he’s also taken a Main Palace queen."
"Oh, Young Master Felix has settled on a Main Palace queen," Vivi clung tightly to Felix Shaw’s neck, her lips painted bright red as her mouth almost blood into a flower with laughter.
"Which family’s daughter is it? Tell us so we can share in your happiness too," she said.
Felix Shaw shot Evander Lancaster a glare, then looked away and pinched Vivi’s cheek, laughing as he denied, "Don’t listen to his nonsense, I’ve been so busy recently..."
"Yeah, busy indeed, being watched by the old man all the ti, how could you not be busy?" Felix was cut off mid-sentence by Evander’s sarcastic interruption.
Of course, it earned him another cold stare of warning from the other man.
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