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Nathan Moore looked up with disdain, his eyes gleaming with schadenfreude.
Mentioning blind dates made Evander Lancaster’s shoulders slump as he collapsed onto the sofa, the picture of utter despair.
"Sigh, don’t even bring it up. It was like being on a concert tour, three dates in a row," Evander sat up straight again, "Bro, think about it. With my dashing looks, charm, and talent—not to mention my impeccably elegant and handsome demeanor—do I really need to go on blind dates? If I just stood out in the street, women would flock to me like flies to honey!"
Having said that, he grabbed an apple and started munching on it.
His shameless self-love irked Titus Zane greatly. He praised himself to the high heavens. Where does that leave her man?
Sitting in Nathan’s lap, Titus Zane couldn’t help but speak up in a voice neither too loud nor too soft, "Flies flock to rotten meat, you know."
With a splutter, Evander spat out the apple he was biting into, turning to look at Titus Zane with a forlorn expression, "Sis-in-law, how can you be so disheartening? We’ve been good comrades for so many years. Even if the passion’s gone, the friendship remains!"
"Who has friendship with you? You’re delusional!" Nathan pulled Titus Zane in even tighter, as if afraid someone would snatch his woman away.
Putting down the apple, he picked up his pack of cigarettes and stood up, "Second bro, sis-in-law, no need to gang up on me. I’ll go out for a smoke; I can take a hint."
"At least you’re self-aware." Nathan snorted disdainfully, while Evander, feeling sorry for himself, headed towards the door. Second Bro, even this ascetic man has become so callous towards his own brother. Truly, the world is going downhill!
After Evander Lancaster left the living room, Titus Zane looked up, "Are we being too harsh on him?"
Nathan Moore leaned down and pecked her lips, "All’s good."
As long as his woman was no longer downhearted, sacrificing a bit of brotherhood was nothing.
As they continued their sweet nothings, the landline in the house rang. Aunt Liu hurried out from the kitchen to answer the call.
"Oh, Assistant Zhang, please hold on a moment..." Aunt Liu covered the receiver and turned to the master of the house.
"Sir, Assistant Zhang says there’s a document that needs your signature,"
"Have someone send it over," Nathan Moore said casually while playing with Titus Zane’s fingers.
"Alright," Aunt Liu turned back to the phone, "Assistant Zhang, the sir has asked you to send someone over with the document."
Evander Lancaster stood in the yard of the villa, having just finished a cigarette. Just as he was about to return, he thought better of it and turned back around.
Second Brother now only had eyes for Titus Zane and didn’t give a damn about his own brother. With the two of them cuddling up at the moment, he figured if he went back in, they might just kick him out.
After wandering the yard for a bit and finding it uninteresting, he left the villa and went for a walk within the community.
Sophia Hamilton drove her little QQ car slowly through the villa neighborhood, looking around as she went.
Assistant Zhang had told her that Villa number C-18 was the president’s home, but... which one is A and which one is C?
Looking at the nearly identical buildings, Sophia was close to tears.
She had just called Assistant Zhang again, who told her to go straight upon entering the villa community, then turn left... With intersections every twenty meters or so, Sophia was at a loss about where exactly to make that left turn.
Feeling uncertain, she finally saw a figure and sped up to ask for directions, rolling down her window to inquire politely, "Excuse me, where is Villa number C-18...?"
Just as she began to speak, Sophia halted abruptly. It was just her luck to run into this pervert, no matter where she went!