Although he couldn’t appropriately comnt on tonight’s events, it didn’t an he approved of Daniel Armstrong’s actions.
The way he grabbed Titus Zane and tried to leave just now didn’t seem like a joke.
A brother’s woman, no matter the grudge, shouldn’t be tampered with.
Thus, his tolerance towards Sophie Foster also indirectly expressed his stance.
Walking out of the card room, Nicholas Croft looked with a smirk at the little woman sticking closely to him.
"You did that on purpose."
Even though it was a question, Nicholas Croft spoke with certainty, knowing from the little woman’s attitude that she clearly wanted to embarrass Daniel Armstrong.
"I did it on purpose!" Sophie Foster lifted her chin and didn’t deny it.
"Oh?" Nicholas Croft raised his brows, his phoenix eyes brimming with amusent, "Share with Uncle, how did my brother offend you?"
"Hmph!" Sophie Foster snorted with her nose scrunched up, "He didn’t offend , he offended the goddess sister. Just now when I was coming out of the elevator, I saw that beast Nathan Moore abusing the goddess sister again!"
Sophie Foster said indignantly.
She had heard so things about Titus Zane and Nathan Moore, of course, because Nicholas Croft couldn’t withstand her persistently annoying him to spill the beans, and it was then that Sophie Foster felt even closer to Titus Zane. The attitudes of her father and mother from her childhood had left an indelible shadow in her heart, so naturally, Sophie Foster hated n who didn’t treat their won kindly.
And, of course, she sympathized with the female victims abused by n.
"You already knew."
Hearing Sophie Foster’s reasons for targeting Daniel Armstrong, Nicholas Croft was sowhat amused yet helpless.
"Of course, who do you think I am!"
Sophie Foster proudly flipped a braid behind her head. Nicholas Croft frowned, "Next ti, don’t wear such heavy makeup."
"Okay, Uncle Croft, in a mont I’ll wash up nice and clean and present myself in front of Uncle Croft," Sophie Foster said playfully, as Nicholas Croft affectionately pinched her nose.
...
On the other side of City T, Nathan Moore couldn’t wait to drive his Bentley into the underground garage, stopping right in front of the villa’s main entrance.
After turning off the engine and opening the car door, the man in the suit walked around from the front of the car to the passenger side.
The mont Titus Zane’s foot touched the ground, her arm was fiercely seized by Nathan Moore.
"What are you doing, let go of ..." Her arm tightened, Titus Zane cried out in pain, yet Nathan Moore dragged her towards the villa.
Even under the dim streetlight, one could see Nathan Moore’s handso face turn ashen, as if he was trying extrely hard to contain sothing.
Nathan Moore took big, fast steps, and Titus Zane, stumbling behind him, caught her heel on the cobblestone path; misstepping, she surged forward from the montum.
Luckily, she bumped into Nathan Moore’s back, preventing a fall.
"Ah... slow down..." Titus Zane cried out again, being dragged forward by Nathan Moore, looking quite disheveled.
Throughout the cobblestone path of several ters, Titus Zane kept stumbling and struggling, but Nathan Moore remained unmoved.
"Nathan, why are you back so early..." Olivia Zane was sitting in the living room watching TV. Seeing Nathan Moore coming ho early, she felt joyful and was about to wheel towards him, but then, seeing Nathan Moore’s face as cold as ice and her sister Titus Zane being firmly held by him,
Olivia Zane’s smiling lips stiffened, and her hands on the wheelchair stopped.
Softening her voice, she tentatively asked.
"Nathan, what’s wrong?"
Nathan Moore glanced at her without answering, paused at the entryway, and without changing his shoes, he dragged Titus Zane toward the staircase.
"Nathan!" Olivia Zane followed in her wheelchair, rembering this was the first ti Nathan Moore had ignored her.
"Go back to your room and rest early, don’t interfere with my affairs!"
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