"Hmph!" Evander Lancaster grunted unhappily at Felix Shaw, then turned to Mia Foster with a warm smile, "Future sister-in-law, hello, I’m Evander Lancaster, same age as the third brother, just two months younger. I’ve opened my own private clinic. If you ever feel unwell, you can come to my clinic for a checkup, I’ll give you a 20% discount."
"Get lost!" Just as Evander Lancaster finished his introduction, Felix Shaw snarled unhappily, "Opened a crappy hospital and always hoping for this and that ailment, even offering a discount, I wouldn’t go to your hospital for a checkup even if you paid me."
Mia Foster...
Blinked, just back in T city, not very familiar with the local business circle. Evander Lancaster humbly mentioned owning a private clinic, while Felix Shaw called it a hospital, but she knew in her heart that those who could joke around so casually like this must have similar family backgrounds.
Being new here, she didn’t want to get involved in the brothers’ jests, so she just kept smiling.
Evander Lancaster, not upset by Felix’s reprimand in front of the brothers and Mia Foster, sneered disdainfully, touched the cigarette box on the table, pulled out a cigarette, and muttered to himself while reaching for a lighter, "Fine, you all are rich folks, big shots. If the second brother ever falls ill again, don’t come to me. My clinic is too small to treat big shots like you."
Nathan Moore and Nicholas Croft were leisurely smoking, but Felix Shaw seemed a bit unsettled. Once, he suspected he had contracted X-disease and had a checkup done by Evander Lancaster, only to find out after the checkup that it was a false alarm because he was allergic to seafood, causing certain itchiness...
Worried that Evander Lancaster might blurt out something more, Felix pretends to be irritated and says, "Enough, a grown man, always nagging, no wonder no woman likes you," Evander Lancaster just lit a cigarette, seemingly pleased, and glanced over, but before he could retort, Felix Shaw had already turned to Nathan Moore and Nicholas Croft, "Come on, big brother, second brother, let us play cards."
The four men sat at the card table and began playing mahjong, with Mia Foster sitting next to Felix Shaw. Although she had never played mahjong before, she had almost learned it after a few rounds.
"Second brother, when I came up just now, I ran into your wife," Felix Shaw mentioned casually while playing the cards, Nathan Moore responded with a faint "hmm," his expression stern and impassive. Felix continued, "I heard her talking on the phone, seemed quite anxious. Aren’t you worried she might sneak off to see that wimpy man at this late hour?"
Who the wimpy man was, it was unspoken among the brothers.
Nathan Moore rolled the dice, then grabbed a mahjong tile, his handsome face still showing indifference. "She wouldn’t dare." His brief sentence carried an air of unquestionable authority and severity.
Mia Foster’s brows knitted almost imperceptibly, and she instinctively glanced at Nathan Moore, her mind suddenly filled with the image of the woman she saw at the corridor corner, her face haggard and joyless...
Perhaps because of her own strong personality, Mia Foster inherently resisted strong, unreasonable men. Although it was their first meeting, her impression of Nathan Moore wasn’t exactly positive; he was clearly an authoritarian tyrant.
Mia Foster found it hard to imagine the kind of life the frail woman was leading, and she couldn’t help but scoff internally, ’Dare not?’ Hah, in men’s talk, ’dare not’ is just a term bred by submissive women—a sign of weakness in her dictionary!