, Lily didn't want to disturb Nathan Moore, but she was worried, after all, Beatrice Hargrave was one of her few friends in the country.
After seeing the news, Titus Zane still called Nathan Moore.
Nathan Moore's sleep was always light, perhaps a natural alertness inherent to businessmen.
The phone on the bedside cabinet vibrated a few times, and Nathan Moore sleepily reached for it, his eyes slightly closed, brows furrowed in response to the disturbance of a good dream.
"Hello, who is this,"
"Nathan Moore! How is Beatrice Hargrave now? Has she been affected?"
As soon as he spoke, Titus Zane went straight to the point, and the man lazing on the bed was also jolted awake by the voice calling "Nathan Moore" piercing into his ears.
"Titus Zane, what's wrong?"
"Nathan Moore, I just saw the news online about Beatrice Hargrave..."
Nathan Moore closed his eyes and took a deep breath, interrupting Titus Zane's worry, "Nicholas Croft will handle it, don't worry."
"But!"
