There’s no need to question that kid’s work abilities; he’s been paying close attention to the recent incident and resolved the hotel crisis in just a few days.
Moreover, after his parents passed away when he was just in his early twenties, he took on the heavy responsibility of the company. Initially, the company continued to focus on real estate development. As the real estate industry gradually declined, he boldly moved into the electronics industry and achieved impressive results. Later on, he opened chain hotels in tourist spots around the world...
One has to admit, this kid is a genius in business, with a unique vision and sufficient excellence. However, his character is not commendable, having imprisoned his own grandson by his side for nearly a year...
No matter how outstanding such a man is, he wouldn’t consider it!
Besides, he has always been surrounded by excellent, responsible men.
Having achieved his goal, Alder Locke felt smug internally, though he made great efforts to plead for Titus Zane’s case on the surface.
"Grandfather Zane, Titus is an adult, and she wouldn’t be happy with little Zhang sticking to her every step," he said.
Seeing through Alder Locke’s thoughts, Samuel Zane glanced at him indifferently, "Don’t worry, this is my decision alone. If Titus gets upset, she’d blame me, and it has nothing to do with you."
Alder Locke touched his nose, feeling somewhat embarrassed for having his thoughts read by an old fox like Grandfather Zane, who was just as shrewd as his own grandfather.
After chatting with the old man for a while, he helped him to the living room to watch TV. Suddenly, an idea struck him—now that the elder stood by his side, he should act promptly to rightfully make Titus Zane his woman. Then he would see how Nathan Moore would give up!
Back in her room, changed into home clothes, Titus Zane lay on the bed for a nap, feeling achingly sore, especially that part, which still felt uncomfortable...
"Jerk!" she cursed involuntarily, but her lips curved upwards ever so slightly.
During their bath together, he lured her into doing it again. They had only been apart for a few days, yet he was so passionate. She wondered how he managed during the three years she was away.
Her cheeks flushed at the thought of that video call with Nathan Moore when he had relied on himself...
Embarrassing to death.
Titus Zane turned over and buried her face in the sheets.
Her hand instinctively reached into her knitted sweater, resting on her lower abdomen. They had done it three times, with no precautions—I wonder if there’s already a little life inside.
But it’s okay if there isn’t. Nathan Moore has already flown to Capital City; if it doesn’t work this time, there will be many more opportunities.
Thinking of meeting Nathan Moore not just through videos anymore, joy uncontrollably surged in Titus Zane’s heart.
In America, a tall man stood in front of Flower Sister.
Caspian Warner, the guardian deity of the door, Flower Sister’s most capable bodyguard and assistant.
A mix of Caucasians and African descent, Caspian’s skin was bronze-toned, and he had the thick lips characteristic of African people. Standing expressionless in front of Flower Sister, his muscular physique seemed ready to burst through his tight tank top. His arms were covered in tattoos that looked somewhat dirty and terrifying.
"...Find carry in the shortest time possible and bring her back to headquarters," Flower Sister’s exquisitely made-up face showed an unfamiliar expression. The usual tenderness and kindness were gone, replaced by astuteness and ruthlessness.
Her tone of speaking was no longer soft and gentle, but that of a high ruler, issuing commands to her subjects.
Looking at Flower Sister, Caspian Warner asked coldly, "Do you want her brought back unharmed, or is it sufficient just to leave a living mouth?"
Flower Sister’s fox-like eyes narrowed, a dangerous emotion fleeting across, "Just leave a living mouth. If difficulties arise, deal with it on the spot!"
Caspian Warner gave a nod, then turned and strode away, leaving Flower Sister alone in the vast space, sitting in an armchair with one hand resting on the armrest, her fox-like eyes slowly narrowing again.
Carry, I might agree to let you go, but I won’t allow you to ruin my plans!