"Who could that person be?" Felix Shaw furrowed his brow and murmured to himself, while Nicholas Croft kept his head down, smoking, the swirling smoke concealing the emotions on his handsome face.
Nathan Moore lifted his gaze again, looking coldly at the two men on the sofa opposite. He snorted; it was expected that Felix Shaw would have a simple mind, but he didn't expect Nicholas Croft, such a shrewd businessman, to become so foolish in matters of affection.
He glanced over at Evander Lancaster, who coincidentally looked back at him, and they exchanged a helpless smile.
Though Evander doesn't do business, it doesn't mean his mind is simple. After only a few interactions with Beatrice Hargrave, he had already discerned her "true nature," a child yet to grow up. No matter how she disguised herself, that playful mischievousness would inevitably reveal itself.
