After arranging to meet Logan Ray at the hotel at eleven, Titus Zane quickly packed and freshened up. There was no time to change the wrinkled clothes he wore, so he hurriedly grabbed his suitcase and rushed out of the room.
The suitcase was heavy, and the elevator door leading to the lobby on the first floor was locked—not just for her, but no one in the family was allowed to use it, except for Olivia Zane, who was mobility impaired.
However, the elevator only went up to the second floor; the floors above were locked.
So Titus Zane was always curious about how Olivia Zane managed to get to her room on the fourth floor every time she visited.
But that was an issue for later; right now, it was crucial for Titus Zane to leave.
Titus Zane carried the heavy suitcase down the stairs step by step. It was strenuous, but not impossible.
In the lobby, Nathan Moore was leisurely sitting on the sofa, with his legs elegantly crossed, one hand across his chest and the other propping his chin, watching Titus Zane slowly descend the stairs without intervening or offering help, as if watching a joke unfold.
"Sister, what are you doing?" Seeing Titus Zane with the oversized suitcase, Olivia Zane became flustered and wheeled her chair up to the staircase.
Mom said she would not leave, but now, it seemed clear she was planning to leave!
That couldn’t happen; if she left, all the previous plans would go down the drain.
Anxiety drained all the color from Olivia Zane’s porcelain doll-like face.
She wanted to stop her, but couldn’t show her intention too clearly. After all, morally and emotionally, she was supposed to support Titus Zane’s departure.
Seeing that Titus Zane ignored her, persistently carrying the suitcase down the last step, Olivia Zane turned her face to look at Nathan Moore, her expression frantic.
Nathan Moore leaned back in the sofa, his handsome face unexpectedly showing hints of a smile, watching Titus Zane walk towards the hall’s door with the oversized suitcase, still silent, his black eyes following her.
"Nathan, please stop sister!" In desperation, Olivia Zane could not care less, quickly wheeling her chair to face Nathan with urgency.
"Stop?" Nathan Moore slightly tilted his head, looking at Olivia Zane with slightly raised eyebrows, the corners of his thin lips curling into a smirk.
"Why should I stop her?"
The one sentence left Olivia Zane speechless.
She couldn’t reveal her true intentions to him.
Her eyes twinkled briefly, her brain rapidly searching for a suitable and plausible reason but before she could come up with one,
The man lounging in the sofa looking at the door nonchalantly spoke.
"Think about it; the moment you step out of this villa, I will make sure the entire Zane Family suffers," he declared indifferently.
Titus Zane stopped in his tracks, suitcase in hand, and turned to look at Nathan Moore, his lips curling with a hint of sarcasm.
"Nathan Moore, aside from using threats, what else are you capable of?"
Faced with Titus Zane’s acerbic sarcasm, Nathan Moore didn’t get angry. Instead, he chuckled, spreading his hands in a self-deprecating gesture.
"I admit, other than threatening you with the Zane Family, I have no other skills, but..." Nathan Moore furrowed his brow, his expression half-amused, which made Titus Zane uncomfortable.
"Are you sure you don’t care about the downfall of the Zane Family?"
Titus Zane laughed, her lips curving beautifully.
"Whether I care is not important. What’s important is," Titus Zane paused, her gaze falling on Olivia Zane.
"Whether you care about your wife’s feelings or not."
Nathan Moore’s gaze followed Titus Zane’s to Olivia Zane, giving her a brief, indifferent look, then extended his arm around Olivia’s shoulders, pulling her close.
The sudden movement made Olivia’s wheelchair slide, nearly causing her to fall, but luckily, the petite woman was securely locked in by Nathan Moore, although it gave her a fright, with her heart pounding incessantly.
Nathan Moore lowered his gaze, looking at the bird-like Olivia Zane nestled in his arms, his lips curving slightly, "The woman I love the most, of course, I care."
After these words, his playful tongue teasingly licked Olivia Zane’s earlobe.
Causing Olivia Zane to shiver, her wheelchair slid forward again, but was securely held by Nathan Moore.
"However... Even without the Zane Family, I can still take care of my woman,"
Nathan Moore raised his hand, his well-defined fingers smoothing a few strands of hair off Olivia’s forehead, his lips curling more scornfully.
"What the Zane Family can and cannot provide, I can provide all. It is different for you," Nathan paused, lifting Olivia’s chin with his long finger, his lips grazing hers lightly like a dragonfly touching water.
"Without the Zane Family backing you, what capital do you have to settle abroad? Without the Zane Family backing you, do you think the Ray Family would accept you, their daughter-in-law, who has slept with their brother-in-law for over half a year?"
The words from Nathan Moore were sharp and pointed, each one hitting Titus Zane hard.
Titus Zane’s complexion changed, and she retorted coldly.
"Whether I have the capital is my own business! Whether the Ray Family accepts me as their daughter-in-law is also my business, it’s none of your concern!"
"Fine," Nathan Moore smirked and nodded, releasing Olivia Zane’s chin, picking up the phone beside him, his gaze slightly lowered, emotionless.
"Since you don’t care about the life or death of the Zane Family, then I need not care either,"
Nathan Moore swiped the touchscreen, "Titus Zane, if you step out of this villa today, by this afternoon, Zane Corporation’s stock will hit the lower circuit, and within a month, it will become junk stock, facing delisting, with no one daring to buy it!"
While speaking, Nathan Moore dialed a series of numbers, turned on the speakerphone, "Sell all the Zane shares purchased in recent years immediately, and also release news that Zane’s finances are suspected of falsification..."
"You’re truly despicable!"