Nathan Moore grabbed Titus Zane’s wrist, sipped so red wine from her hand, and then let go to continue playing cards.
By his side, Seraphina, who had been ignored, beca unhappy.
Although she hadn’t been working in the clubhouse for long, she had never been so neglected by a client before.
Imdiately, she humd discontentedly, guzzled a drink, and showed her dissatisfaction!
Titus Zane was sitting to the right of Nathan Moore, idly twirling her wine glass with bored eyes, slightly absent-minded, and didn’t notice that Nathan Moore reached for her hand again.
Seeing her non-responsive, Nathan Moore darted a displeased glare at her.
"Give it here!"
"Ah? Oh." Titus Zane handed over her red wine; Nathan Moore shot her a harsh look, took a sip, and abruptly placed it on the poker table.
Seraphina couldn’t take it anymore, thinking about how young and attractive she is, and yet being overlooked, while this old woman, not only dressed in an old-fashioned way but also like a log, how could she still be favored by this man!
Imdiately, Seraphina unapologetically scolded Titus Zane across Nathan Moore.
"Hey, what’s wrong with this old woman? If you’re going to do it, do it properly! Can you be more professional? Wanting to be a whore but also playing the saint, thinking you’re above worldly desires just because you don’t dress provocatively? If you want to play high and mighty, don’t work at a clubhouse! Indifferent to this handso man, who do you think you are!"
Seraphina had anger in her heart, so her words were not polite.
As soon as she opened her mouth, like a machine gun, she unleashed a barrage at Titus Zane, leaving her dumbfounded and looking at Seraphina across Nathan Moore, her eyes filled with confusion.
Actually, not only Titus Zane was stunned; everyone at the poker table lifted their heads to watch Seraphina, the four won colleagues after recovering showed a face of schadenfreude.
Those who had worked in the clubhouse longer knew that every ti Nathan Moore ca to the clubhouse, he either brought a female companion, or rarely sought company when alone, that’s why they didn’t choose to sit next to him.
The other four n looked excitedly eager, almost in unison, they subtly picked up their wine glasses, took a sip of red wine, and waited to watch the drama unfold.
Seeing everyone’s gaze on herself, Seraphina beca even more proud and lost her restraint in her speech.
"What? Did I say sothing wrong? I’m talking about you!"
In her agitation, Seraphina placed her goblet heavily on the poker table, creating a considerable noise. Causing Titus Zane to blink from the sound, she then abruptly stood up, her fingers painted with colorful nail polish pointed at her across Nathan Moore, scolding sharply.
"At your age, still competing with us young ones for a living, you don’t even look at yourself in the mirror! Let’s not even talk about being old, but stiff like a log, only a blind man would choose you!"
Seraphina felt vindicated by her words, not realizing that in scolding Titus Zane, she inadvertently insulted her accompanying financier as well.
Titus Zane was confused by Seraphina’s scolding.
Nicholas Croft took a sip of red wine, trying hard not to laugh, Daniel Armstrong lit a cigarette for himself, crossed his arms and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, squinting his eyes, curious about Nathan Moore’s reaction.
anwhile, Felix Shaw and Evander Lancaster just laughed out loud unabashedly.
"Yo, bro, this little wild cat is saying you’re blind!" Evander Lancaster teased, arms crossed, fanning the flas from the side.
"No, I didn’t," Seraphina gave Evander Lancaster a fierce look, then wrapped her arms around Nathan Moore’s arm after sitting down, smiling ingratiatingly, "Handso man, don’t listen to the troublemaker, he’s just stirring things up."
"Is that so?" Nathan Moore lowered his eyes, subtly glanced at his arm that Seraphina was clinging to.
"Yes, yes, this bad person is just stirring trouble!" Seraphina hurriedly nodded.
Nathan Moore turned to Evander Lancaster, "Go ahead, be the villain to the end!",
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