As evening fell and work ended, just as she stepped out of the company's main entrance, she saw Nathan Moore waiting in front of the company's door.
A long black coat, a dark green fine velvet sweater, black trousers, leaning against the Bentley's body.
Seeing her exit the main entrance, he didn't come over but slightly tilted his head. Even from a distance, Titus Zane could clearly see a faint smile hiding within those obsidian eyes.
She felt somewhat dazed staring at the gracefully standing man in front, an automatic thought popping up in her mind—All the good men are already taken.
Just like the man in front of her, who was her sister Olivia Zane's... So, she should step aside, rather than continue this complicated entanglement.
During the afternoon in her office, Titus Zane thought about a lot of things.
About Nicole Zane, of course, but even more about her own future.
