Titus Zane looked up, the memory of Mia Foster winning money for Felix Shaw seemingly still fresh in his mind.
Felix lost a significant amount of money, and Mia Foster played mahjong on his behalf, and then they headed to the bar where Sophie Foster was performing...
Mia was not modest at all; she took off her shoulder bag and thrust it into Felix’s hands, unapologetically saying, "Let’s make this clear, wins are mine and losses are yours!"
"Alright, alright, as you say."
Felix agreed amiably; this woman was always full of crazy ideas, and she had won him a good amount of money in mahjong several times.
The game table filled up and the four players started shuffling the mahjong tiles energetically.
Titus Zane wasn’t particularly interested in card games, sitting next to Nathan Moore, he soon got bored, fidgeting with his elegant handbag, pulling out the phone inside, checking it, and putting it back, only to take it out again soon after...
Nathan Moore knew Titus Zane’s preferences well, playing cards with one hand and gently slapping Titus Zane’s buttock with the other, without looking at him, he said, "Go play over there, but don’t leave."
Titus Zane replied and only on getting up did he realize something was wrong; he wasn’t anyone to him, why should he control himself?
However, although he thought so, he didn’t leave and walked over to the sofa, sitting down next to Beatrice Hargrave, and took out his phone, starting to bow his head into it as well.
"Sis Li, look at this!" Beatrice Hargrave exclaimed, having just opened a webpage; she leaned closer to him, gazing intently at the touchscreen, pointing at some picture to show him.
Titus Zane was slightly stunned, a hint of helplessness tinged his voluptuous lips; this kid was ultimately too young, unconsciously revealing everything about herself.
If he remembered correctly, the name card she gave him bore an English name, and having met several times, no one had called her by her Chinese name, yet she had just called him "Sis Li". How could someone unfamiliar address him this way?
Titus Zane leaned forward slightly, Beatrice Hargrave’s finger was pointing at some image, then she zoomed in, revealing a man’s face, sunny and handsome.
"Look! What do you think?"
Beatrice Hargrave’s expression was somewhat eager when pointing at Ambrose Hawthorne, "Isn’t he handsome?"
Titus Zane smiled, "Yes, very handsome!" He actually didn’t watch much TV or movies, whether Western or domestic, he didn’t like them, but he still complimented to please Beatrice Hargrave.
"Isn’t he eye-candy?" murmured Beatrice Hargrave to herself, then kept gazing at Ambrose Hawthorne’s photo, scooting closer to Titus Zane, covering her mouth with one hand, she whispered, "Let me tell you, Ambrose Hawthorne is really a great guy, no airs about him, especially with his fans, so generous. I heard he’s also very accommodating in helping with sleep..."
He had only heard that the entertainment industry was a cesspool, but sleeping with one’s own fans was something he hadn’t known.
In his moment of astonishment, Beatrice Hargrave leaned closer, whispering, "Do you want to meet him? I can set it up for you."
Titus Zane licked his lips and firmly declined, "No need." He always felt that Beatrice’s intent in asking him to meet was not pure.
"No rush; take your time to think about it, after all, he doesn’t meet just anyone."
Beatrice Hargrave continued to coax, while Titus Zane glanced at her, "Are you close with him?"
"Not really, we’ve just worked on some shows together."
After saying this, Beatrice Hargrave lowered her voice even more, bringing her face close to Titus Zane’s ear and whispered, "I heard his ’skills’ are really good, everyone who has experienced it is very satisfied."
What’s happening tonight? Each one that speaks, can’t seem to stray from this topic.