Chapter 321: 317. Nathan Moore’s Intentional
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Watching the man’s gentle and modest demeanor, Titus Zane really couldn’t wait to tear off this man’s hypocritical mask.
To avoid prolonging the awkwardness, he had to stand up, hurriedly clinked glasses with Nathan Moore, tilted his head back, and downed a glass of red wine in one go.
Wesley Foley’s fingers tightened around the glass, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, it was a restraint he had to endure.
In the business world, one cannot let momentary righteousness ruin one’s career.
It’s true that the company’s developed components are advanced, but in this competitive era, his isn’t the only domestic components company, let alone international ones.
Therefore, some matters have to be prioritized for the greater good, because he bears not only his own success but also that of the countless employees in the company.
Seeing Titus Zane drank a glass of wine, Nathan Moore also brought his glass to his lips, and as he tilted it back, his Adam’s apple slid up and down in Titus Zane’s view, which was rather sexy.
After a glass of wine and sitting down, he still didn’t forget to praise Titus Zane, "Having known each other for so many years, I only now realize Sister-in-law is quite the drinker.
Glaring at him, Titus Zane’s gaze was sharp as knives, seemingly ready to slice the man across him into pieces.
Next to him, Wesley Foley picked up some food with chopsticks, and in his concern, he forgot the etiquette and directly brought the chopsticks to Titus Zane’s lips.
"Eat some food to settle your stomach, drinking too fast is bad for your health."
Watching the man across, Titus Zane opened his mouth, as if trying to compete, and ate the beef from Wesley Foley’s chopsticks.
Felix Shaw’s eyes widened a bit as if in shock, but Nathan Moore reacted indifferently.
He grabbed the wine bottle again, poured himself more red wine with slow and methodical movements, graceful and refined.
After pouring the red wine, he suddenly turned around, took a coat hanging behind him, and from its pocket, he took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, apologizing with a smile to Wesley Foley.
"You don’t mind, do you?"
Wesley Foley shook his head, just as Nathan Moore took a cigarette out of the pack, about to bring it to his lips when he suddenly remembered something, lifted his eyes, and his dark pupils looked seriously at Titus Zane.
"Would you like one?"
Titus Zane...
He pursed his lips and sighed inwardly, a face full of helplessness.
This man must be doing this on purpose.
Otherwise, why would he act so childishly!
Before he could say anything, he saw Nathan Moore retract the cigarette, and before placing it at his lips, he muttered to himself, "Oh right, you don’t like this, you think it’s too harsh."
With that explanation, it further confirmed the fact that Titus Zane smoked.
Titus Zane...
Speechless, helpless, and unable to do anything about it.
Wesley Foley doesn’t smoke, so, he definitely doesn’t like women who smoke, and Nathan Moore is, indeed, sabotaging her right now!
In the midst of feeling wronged, Wesley Foley’s arm once again rested on the back of her chair, gently patting her shoulder, seemingly to comfort her.
Suddenly, Titus Zane turned her eyes to meet a pair of gentle and understanding eyes.
A social gathering ended amidst the overt and covert struggles.
Wesley Foley also drank quite a bit of red wine tonight, because the brother-in-law across kept toasting his sister-in-law, calling ’Sister’ repeatedly, annoying everyone.
As a man, Wesley Foley felt it necessary to block drinks for his woman.
What’s more, it was his subtle competition with Nathan Moore.
Thus, after the dinner, Titus Zane was sober, while Wesley Foley needed her support as they left the restaurant.
After a few polite remarks with the two men, Titus Zane helped Wesley Foley into the same car, watching the luxury car gradually drive away, Nathan Moore brought the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, took a drag, his dark pupils slowly narrowed.