First to enter the line of sight was a pair of black leather shoes, polished to a shine.
Then a pair of straight, slender legs, wrapped in black suit trousers, perfectly tailored.
Following the long legs upward, when the man's entire body came into view, Titus Zane couldn't help but startle a bit.
The wineglass filled with a red liquid froze at her lips, and her plump lips, coated in bright red lipstick, were slightly parted as well.
She had never thought she would encounter Nathan Moore in such a place.
"Sorry, traffic was a nightmare," Nathan Moore nodded slightly, his tall and lean figure imposing an involuntary sense of pressure.
Three years had passed, and his handsome face seemed even more indifferent than before.
"Director Moore, it's an honor," Mr. Tang circled around the coffee table, eagerly extending both hands.
Nathan Moore bent slightly, politely shaking hands, "Mr. Tang, it's a pleasure."
