, just as he approached Nathan Moore, the latter patted his own leg, "Sit."
Titus Zane...
Even if he needed something from someone, he wouldn't tolerate this situation.
"Nathan Moore, enough! Is all this really necessary just for a bit of subcutaneous tissue!" At this moment, Titus Zane, like a hen ready to fight, had a flushed face and was breathing heavily.
Nathan Moore looked indifferent, glanced at her, and slowly began to speak.
"If it weren't necessary, you wouldn't have come." That one sentence nearly choked Titus Zane.
Her breathing became rapid due to anger, and glaring at Nathan Moore, she suddenly turned to leave.
Her wrist tightened, caught by Nathan Moore, then staggered, and with a cry fell onto Nathan Moore's legs.
