The phone pressed against her ear, Titus Zane couldn't quite catch up with the reaction and remained stunned when that stern voice penetrated her eardrum once again.
"Titus Zane, you have five minutes!"
"Nathan Moore, are you sick?" After regaining her senses, Titus Zane found it incomprehensible. Was he intentionally tormenting her by giving her such a short time to get downstairs?
"If you don't come down, by tomorrow, your reason for coming to Banyan City will be common knowledge!" Following the threat, Nathan Moore hung up the call, pocketed his phone, and beneath the hazy street lights, his dark pupils hid his emotions.
Even though he was still unclear about Titus Zane's purpose in Banyan City, Nathan Moore was certain she had some ulterior motive.
Otherwise, such a proud woman would never humiliate herself by pandering to men.
And she didn't discriminate, for example, the corpulent Colt Thornton, a man who looked lascivious at the slightest glance.
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