Capital City’s Zane Family, Samuel Zane flew into a rage upon hearing that his grandson had been brought home by his brother-in-law.
"Arrange a private jet tomorrow to bring him back!"
"Dad, calm down. Watch your blood pressure," Abigail Zimmerman hurriedly brought a cup of warm water, soothing his back as she tried to calm him, "Have some water, cool down."
"No need!" The old man brushed off his daughter-in-law’s attempt loudly, "Dad!" Abigail’s face slightly changed, thinking that in his anger, the old man did not want his granddaughter to come home. She was about to plead when she saw the old man hit his cane hard against the ground, looking fiercely with an air of uncompromising authority.
"Xiao Li, apply for the air route right now, bring more people tomorrow to bring him back safely!"
"Yes, old chief," Xiao Li bowed and agreed, then turned to make arrangements.
In T city, when Titus Zane woke up, Nathan Moore had already finished washing and was dressing up in his formal clothes, tying his tie in front of the mirror.
Seeing Titus Zane lean against the bed, he looked through the mirror, "Sleep a bit more, you went to bed late last night."
After returning from the club, they had a fierce round, finishing only after midnight. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Titus Zane covered his mouth and yawned, "I won’t sleep more, too much sleep gives me a headache."
Nathan Moore had already finished with the tie, sat down at the front of the bed, picking up a sleeping robe to help her put it on, "Then get up, join me for breakfast."
"Hmm," although already awake, her body felt limp, without any strength.
Titus Zane couldn’t figure it out; they both exercised together, yet he did not seem tired at all but rather looked lively.
After helping Titus Zane put on the sleeping robe, Nathan Moore lifted the blanket and helped her legs down, then personally helped put her shoes on before pulling her by the wrist to stand, and they went downstairs for breakfast together.
Nathan Moore was always aware of Titus Zane’s dietary habits. Having lived abroad for a long time, he, too, had gotten used to the foreign diet.
Now it was just the two of them, and both meals of the day were catered to Titus Zane’s preferences; besides, he was not particularly picky about food.
After breakfast, Titus Zane stood at the door of the villa watching Nathan Moore drive away before turning to come back in. The room on the fourth floor where she once lived had been turned into a dedicated studio where she would lock herself up to paint after Nathan Moore went to work each day.
Before ten o’clock, Aunt Liu had finished cleaning the rooms and sat on the sofa watching TV. Hearing the doorbell, she shouted "coming" as she walked towards the door. Opening it, she saw two unfamiliar men standing outside, Aunt Liu puzzled, "May I ask... who are you looking for?"
In a high-class private residential area with strict property management, strangers are not easily let in; thus, facing two unrecognizable men, Aunt Liu was also worried they might be troublemakers.
"Does Miss Titus Zane live here?" Without introducing himself or any customary pleasantries, Xiao Li directly asked the key question.
"Ah, yes, you are...? Are you here to see my madam for something?" Aunt Liu held the doorknob, standing in front of the door, not inviting them inside.
"Please lead the way, the old chief sent us to take the young miss back," Xiao Li said with a solemn expression, he would have barged straight in if not for the fear of alarming the old lady.
"Old chief?" Aunt Liu muttered to herself before retrospectively thinking to let them inside, "Please have a seat, I’ll go call the madam down right away."
Aunt Liu walked towards a room, not even reaching the door before she called out loudly, "Xiao Zhen, go tell the madam that we have guests."