In the end, the conversation ended with Titus Zane's compromise.
He casually grabbed a jacket to put on and walked out of the apartment.
Titus Zane felt that in his past life he must have owed Nathan Moore something, otherwise, he wouldn't have been continuously threatened by him in this life.
Previously, using his family as a threat, and now, using his profession as a threat.
The frustrating part was that he had no way to resist and could only be controlled by him.
As soon as he stepped out of the apartment, that man standing in the night lifted his eyes to him, his squinted eyes unreadable under the dim streetlight.
With a cigarette held between his fingers brought to his lips, he took a harsh drag then tossed it onto the ground and strode over.
"Nathan, you...ah..." Before he could finish, his arm was grabbed by Nathan, who, without a word, pulled him quickly toward the sedan parked there.
