Other people have already left, but Seraphina still clung to Nathan Moore’s side, unwilling to leave, hugging her arms with a determined look to stick it out.
Nathan Moore had long lost his patience, turning his head to look at the man walking in with several women, his handsome face covered in a frosty expression.
"What, you don’t want to work now? Call your manager over!"
The man signaled to the women behind him with his eyes, the women understood and quickly went to soothe the big shots, while he hurried forward, nodding and bowing apologetically while trying to pull Seraphina who was stubbornly seated.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Director Moore, she’s new and doesn’t understand how things work. Please don’t stoop to her level..."
While talking, a waiter gave Seraphina a look, gritting his teeth and whispered sternly, "Aren’t you leaving quickly, or do you not want to work here anymore!"
Seraphina then left reluctantly.
Among the women who just came in, one poured liquor at the low table, held her drink, and sat next to Felix Shaw, smiling, "Mr. Felix, gentlemen, don’t stoop to a young girl’s level. It’s depressing. Here, let us sisters drink with you, consider this an apology on her behalf."
After the woman spoke, she tilted her head back and boldly downed a glass of red wine, the other four women also holding their wine glasses came over, sitting next to the men, and the last one, Nelly Brown, stood in front of the card table, looking troubled.
Nathan Moore does not pick up women, and those who have worked longer in the club know this, besides, there’s already a woman sitting next to him.
Seeing the woman’s troubled face and remained quiet until Daniel Armstrong finally spoke, putting down his wine glass back on the card table which was just between him and Nathan Moore. Evander Lancaster hadn’t sat down yet, so he stretched his arm to grab Titus Zane’s arm, yanked forcefully, Titus Zane stumbled unprepared to the front, at the same time.
Daniel Armstrong pushed the woman next to him towards Nathan Moore, "Go on, you two keep my brother company. I want her!"
The two women hesitated, seeing Nathan Moore showing no reaction, they timidly sat down to his left and right.
Titus Zane’s first reaction being pressed on the chair by Daniel Armstrong was to struggle and stand up to leave, but seeing that Nathan Moore not only didn’t stop his brother but didn’t even glance at her, instead he spread his arms, embracing the two women.
A rebellious retaliatory instinct grew, Titus Zane bit his lip, decided against it, leaned into Daniel Armstrong’s chest, and no longer struggled, letting his arm wrap tightly around her waist.
Meanwhile, the other three men at the table, knowingly avoiding or unintentionally, all teased the women beside them, pretending not to notice.
Only Evander Lancaster glanced over briefly, his lips curving into an ambiguous smile.
Titus Zane’s passive submission encouraged Daniel Armstrong even more, he raised his hand to pinch Titus Zane’s chin, his thin lips curling in an evident sneer.
"Come on, girl, lift your head and let me have a good look at your face," Titus Zane cooperatively lifted her head, then Daniel Armstrong continued.
"Hmm, you look quite remarkable, but you’re too malicious."
"I’m not familiar with you, how would you know I’m malicious!" Titus Zane retorted, inwardly cursing Nathan Moore, the bastard, for allowing his brother to insult her even if he hated and detested her.
"Hmm, didn’t expect, still just a little wild cat." Daniel Armstrong wasn’t annoyed but pinched Titus Zane’s chin slightly harder, "Just don’t know what the taste is like."
Daniel Armstrong spoke frivolously, Titus Zane’s expression changed, instinctively looking towards Nathan Moore, but the latter, still embraced by two women being fed drinks.
"Huh, you won’t know by just talking."