Early in the morning,
Thomas Lucas leaned against the private estate's doorframe, gasping for breath: "Damn! You can't drive in this place, my legs are about to break!"
Nathan Bolton walked down the stairs gracefully,
wearing a dark blue silk casual shirt and tight black pants underneath.
He buttoned the cufflinks of matching color as he went down.
"You're too weak."
"Nathan? What really happened last night? How far did things progress with Lorraine Hughes?" Thomas asked, eager to get the scoop firsthand.
"You're very idle?"
"I'm just concerned for you, brother!"
Nathan Bolton sat down at the dining table, elegantly picking up a coffee cup.
Just as Thomas was about to say something,
William South hurried over: "Master Bolton, someone is causing trouble for Miss Hughes."
Nathan Bolton set down his coffee and walked outside.
Thomas grabbed a piece of toast and followed.
"Nathan, wait for me..."
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