Sophia Hamilton called Evander Lancaster, telling him that she had sneaked into the engagement party floor, on the 13th floor, where the entire banquet hall was decorated with flowers and balloons, and the waitstaff was busy setting up drinks and food...
Sophia Hamilton’s report was of no value at all, as all engagement parties are like this. Impatient, Evander muttered an acknowledgment and hung up the phone before standing up and walking towards the window.
At twelve o’clock, a line of SUVs drove down the street and stopped in front of the West Peak Hotel.
Two elderly gentlemen got out of the car one after another, both dressed in festive bright red Tang suits.
Titus Zane also got out of the car with Abigail Zimmerman, dressed in regular cotton clothes, "Auntie, whose engagement party is this grand that you and uncle had to come from so far?"
"You’ll know once you go inside." Before Abigail could speak, Evander Lancaster coldly dropped a remark and strode toward the hotel.
Watching her husband’s figure, Abigail tried several times to speak but ended up remaining silent. Deceiving her niece this way, she didn’t know how she would react upon learning the truth.
Nathan Moore was indeed detestable, but Titus does like him.
Alder Locke also got out of another car, dressed in formal attire, he walked up to Titus and said with a smile, "Let’s go inside, it’s cold out here."
Thinking about his own engagement party, he could hardly contain his joy.
Moreover, just yesterday, the grandfather had handed him two little books, which were the marriage certificates for him and Titus.
While walking into the hotel with Abigail Zimmerman, Titus continued to ask, "Auntie, are we going back right after the engagement party?"
"...Yes." Looking at her niece, Abigail truly couldn’t bear to deceive her, but what else could she do.
"Auntie, can I borrow your phone? I think mine is broken." Titus wanted to call Nathan Moore to tell him she would return tomorrow.
"Hurry up, the party is about to start. Call after it’s over." Alder Locke took Titus by the shoulders, leading her quickly toward the elevator.
To him, Titus was like a medicine. In just a few days, although he wasn’t as fit as before, he had regained some weight. As long as Titus was happy, he could even build muscles.
"Second brother, get up, they have arrived."
Evander Lancaster walked into the suite. Nathan Moore was lying on his side on the bed, not sleeping at all but deep in thought.
With a faint response, as Nathan Moore stood up, there was a hiss of pain and Evander reached out to help, "Can you manage?"
"It’s nothing."
Nathan Moore turned and got out of bed, "By the way, I have prepared some medicine for you."
Evander Lancaster reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a small bottle, "What’s this?"
"Strong painkiller, used by patients with late-stage cancer."
"Thank you." Nathan Moore took it, stepped into the adjoining small reception room, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of mineral water to swallow two pills.
"Let’s go."
"Second brother, wait a moment." Felix Shaw stopped Nathan Moore, who turned around puzzled, as Felix got up and walked to his suitcase.
After pulling it over and placing it on the coffee table, he opened it and took out a neatly folded suit, he handed it to Nathan Moore, "Second brother, wear this so we won’t draw attention. Otherwise, the three of us in big padded coats might get kicked out before we even enter."
It had to be admitted that despite Felix Shaw not seeming serious, he had a thoughtful mind, even considering such minor details.
He handed another set to Evander Lancaster, "Yours, remember to transfer the money to my account."
The three men changed into suits and walked out of the room, all bearing serious expressions on their handsome faces.