"Come here."
Seeing the woman look at him as if he were a thief, staying far away, Nathan Moore's expression was none too pleased; he waved her over.
Titus Zane shook his head and grabbed the lapels of her coat tighter, wrapping herself up securely.
She definitely couldn't go over there; things might escalate to force.
However, this action only made Nathan Moore's expression uglier, as if dark clouds had gathered, and now, it could be described as "covered in ice and snow."
"Titus Zane, don't make me say it twice."
Titus Zane licked her lips and glanced at her wristwatch. "Uh, Nathan Moore, it's getting late, you should go back," she said.
"Heh!" A cold laugh echoed as Nathan Moore stretched an arm over the back of the seat, one long leg crossed over the other, shaking continuously, exuding arrogance and laziness.
"I was supposed to be partying with my buddies at this hour, but you disappeared, and I followed you here. And now, you're actually telling me to leave?"
