Forcibly curling her lips, Titus Zane said, "Mom, you’re right, back then, Nathan Moore treated me exactly like that."
Her hand was suddenly weighted down as Ariana Evans grasped her wrist, pulled it up, and laid it in her own palm, gently patting it while continuously sighing, "Child, mom knows, back then, you suffered a lot at Nathan Moore’s place, although you didn’t say, mom knows..."
A sigh sounded, seemingly helpless, but in Titus Zane’s eyes, it somehow transformed.
After sitting for a while longer, Titus Zane got up to leave.
Before leaving, Ariana Evans asked several times how long Titus Zane would be gone this time and repeatedly urged that once at the workplace, she must call to let them know she is safe...
Although feeling that her mother’s excessive concern was a bit strange, Titus Zane still nodded in agreement.
Back at the hotel, Titus Zane called Jon numerous times, but no one answered.
Titus Zane thought that perhaps he had returned to his country, considering that the Crown Prince of country E, aside from his job as a private detective, had many other things to handle.
Initially saying she was going to work was a well-intentioned lie, but in the evening, she indeed received a call from Sister Hua assigning her to a job.
The company that had been hesitant due to the high prices had finally seen the light, willing to pay a high price for an employee from the Firm to fetch business data with higher returns for them.
Sister Hua faxed over the particulars of the company’s point of contact she was to meet and instructed her to destroy them after reading.
The Firm, always extremely cautious and careful in its actions, never gave anyone a chance to get a hold on them.
This time, the target was a company in Banyan City, primarily dealing with the development of electronic components.
This task was also very dangerous and tricky; the employer didn’t want the company’s orders, but rather... to obtain the design diagrams of the new electronic components developed by this company.
Such critical data, other than senior designers, the only other people who could access it were the company’s executives, including the president, Wesley Foley.
Titus Zane reviewed the data.
Wesley Foley, thirty-eight years old, a Cambridge University Science Faculty doctoral student, who upon returning to his country single-handedly developed and created this company which, within just a few short years, flourished and became the first startup to go public.
After destroying the data, Titus Zane poured herself a glass of red wine and leaned back on the recliner, leisurely swinging while sipping the wine.
Speaking of which, Wesley Foley was also her senior in school.
However, they had never met due to the considerable age difference between them.
Ambitious and refined, indifferent to women... Titus Zane slightly squinted her European-style eyes, the words printed in the data continuously swirling in her mind.
Indifferent to women... If she appeared as his junior sister, could it possibly... be easier?
She had already called Little Man, arranging to meet in Banyan City.
The plane ticket was also booked; Titus Zane decided she would leave first thing tomorrow morning.
It was still early, not yet 10 pm, and after drinking two glasses of red wine, Titus Zane felt no hint of drowsiness. Suddenly, she remembered that Nathan Moore’s voice had a hypnotic effect on her. Getting up, holding her wine, she returned to the bed, turning around to sit on it, picked up her phone, and hesitated before scrolling to that number.
However, before she could press the call button, the phone lying in her palm vibrated once, then a slow melody played, startling Titus Zane. In her hand, the wine glass tipped, spilling half of the red wine onto the bedsheet and her silk robe, wetting the chest area where the dark color of her bra was clearly visible.