Chapter 459: 455, don’t think about escaping
Lily raised her hand to grasp Nathan’s large palm, gently rubbing it against her cheek, and said, "Nathan, I miss my sister. Why didn’t you bring her back with you..."
When brought up Titus Zane, Nathan sighed again and his gaze fell onto Olivia Zane’s palm-sized doll-like face, saying, "Don’t worry, she’ll be back soon too."
Hearing Nathan say this, Ariana Evans, who was peeling an apple with her head down, glanced at her daughter without changing her expression.
Olivia Zane’s pale lips curled into a smile, but deep inside she felt both excited and jealous.
Excited that Titus Zane would soon be returning to T City, which would save a lot of trouble once Doctor Smith arrived, and jealous that Nathan Moore even knew Titus Zane’s schedule.
However, on the surface, she had to pretend to be happy, "That’s good."
Titus Zane, this time, you won’t be able to escape!
...
Back at the apartment, Titus Zane packed her clothes into her luggage and called Wesley Foley.
"Director Foley, may I... stay one more night at your apartment? If it’s inconvenient, I’ll find a hotel outside."
It wasn’t that she was afraid to spend money, but dragging luggage here and there was really troublesome. She had already booked a night flight to T City, so she wouldn’t even be staying one more night in Banyan City.
"Whatever," Wesley Foley responded indifferently with two words, and hung up before Titus Zane could thank him, then called the extension, "Linda, come to the institute with me from now on."
After booking a ride to the airport through a ride-sharing app, during the wait for her flight, Smith called again.
"Carry, have you returned to T City yet?"
"Not yet, what’s up?"
"Nothing, nothing much,"
Smith chuckled, trying to play it off, "It’s just that I can’t quite let go of the thought of you retiring soon, after being partners for nearly three years, so I wanted to see you before heading back to headquarters."
"That’s sweet of you," Titus Zane curled her lips into a smile, "I’ll call you when I get to T City, and we’ll get in touch then."
"Okay, you get busy then." After hanging up, Smith knelt on the bed looking at the man lying naked beside her, "Mr. Thornton, you heard that, didn’t you? She’ll contact me once she’s in T City."
"Mm, well done, you deserve a reward," Colt Thornton’s large, plump hand reached out, "Mr. Thornton, how do you plan to reward me?"
Upon hearing about a reward, Smith’s eyes sparkled, and as she leaned in, her body turned over, and she was again under Colt Thornton.
"Both money and body, you’ll be rewarded with both."
"Mr. Thornton, you’re so naughty..."
When the plane arrived in T City, it was already past midnight. She took a taxi to the downtown area to find a hotel, settled in, and Titus Zane suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
From now on, she no longer needed to use her beauty to deliberately approach any man; from today onward, she would embrace a brand new life.
With her phone in hand, she thought about giving Nathan Moore a call to tell him she had returned to T City, but after some consideration, she gave up.
At this time, he was probably still resting.
Just as she was about to put away her phone, a news alert popped up, with a particularly eye-catching headline.
# The so-called pure jade girl is not so innocent; using her profession to crawl into her would-be brother-in-law’s bed #
Titus Zane wasn’t interested in entertainment gossip, but the photo below was of Beatrice Hargrave, which made her frown and hesitate for a moment before clicking on it.
After reading the news carefully, she found out that it all stemmed from Nicholas Croft’s public marriage proposal at a concert.
At first, there was a wave of blessings online, but as the posts of "Scoop Master" spread on the forums, claiming Beatrice Hargrave looked innocent but was actually a cunning person who used her professional convenience to sneak into her future brother-in-law’s bed...
Suddenly, Beatrice Hargrave’s crafted innocent image collapsed in front of the media, and the online crowd joined in a chorus of scathing rebukes.