"Hmm, busy? How could I not be busy when the old man watches me all day?" Felix Shaw hadn’t finished speaking when Evander Lancaster interrupted him with an ambiguous tone.
Of course, that earned Evander a cold glare in warning.
Evander didn’t care and suddenly looked up at Felix Shaw.
"By the way, Third Bro, where’s your darling Elizabeth White? How come I haven’t seen her tied to your belt lately? Did the old man get rid of her?"
Speaking of Elizabeth, Felix Shaw immediately wore a smug expression, with a sweetness apparent at the corners of his eyes and brows.
"I’ve invested in a drama, and she’s filming now."
"She’s the lead actress?"
"Yep," Felix Shaw unconsciously pinched ViVi’s chin, his lips curving slightly.
"Third Bro, Evander, man!" Evander Lancaster gave him a thumbs up, "Being able to persuade a top director to hire a third-rate small-time actress as the lead, how much money did that take?"
"I’m happy to," Felix Shaw raised an eyebrow, then patted ViVi’s bottom, "Go, pour some red wine for these gentlemen."
"Sure thing, Mr. Shaw, please wait a moment." ViVi got up to fetch the red wine from the side table, and the other ladies seated next to the men also stood up.
Titus Zane sat on the sofa, still wearing a khaki trench coat, looking a whole season apart compared to the women.
Buried in his phone, he seemed to be in a world of his own.
At the poker table, the men were holding cards, playing and chatting.
The women, each holding a glass of red wine, returned to the poker table and eagerly offered it to the men’s lips.
After feeding Felix a sip, ViVi also sipped a little from the glass, sharing it with him, and Felix allowed it.
Nicholas Croft ran an entertainment company, with several top female artists under his label. Nana, who was by his side, while self-aware, didn’t cling to him like ViVi but instead handed him the wine glass, joking,
"Director Croft, if there are extras needed in your future investments, don’t forget to include us sisters, let us also appear on the screen."
"Sure," Nicholas Croft took the wine glass, his lips faintly curving, looking every bit the gentleman.
Evander Lancaster took a sip from the lady’s hand and then took the wine glass himself. He didn’t say anything, but the intention was clear; he obviously didn’t want to share the glass with her.
Daniel Armstrong had that rugged charm, his chiseled face making him seem unapproachable. Kiki placed a wine glass in front of him and sat neatly beside him, watching the men play cards.
From the outside, Nathan Moore seemed like a gentle type, handsome and easily approachable, but those who knew him a bit understood that this man had a serious obsession with cleanliness.
Seraphina, new to the club, was clueless about Nathan Moore’s character. Seeing a handsome and wealthy man before her, she used all her charms in an attempt to please him.
She offered the red wine to Nathan Moore’s lips, her hand resting on his shoulder, and cooed sweetly.
"Sugar, do you want to drink first or should I?"
Nathan Moore glanced at the young girl in front of him. She was young, but her face was caked with makeup, the thick layers even flaking off when she smiled, her lips excessively red, and her eyelashes resembled fly’s legs.
Nathan Moore frowned in disgust, turned his head, and saw Titus Zane immersed in his phone world on the sofa, and commanded coldly.
Titus Zane looked up at Nathan Moore, perhaps due to understanding developed from living together over the last year or just knowing his preferences well.
He put his phone into his bag, poured another glass of red wine, and took it to sit on the other side of Nathan Moore.