The black Bentley stopped at the gates of the mansion, Nathan Moore holding the keys, just pressed the door lock, and Titus Zane had already pushed the car door open and got out.
Straightaway, he walked into the mansion.
Through the streetlights on both sides of the path, watching Titus Zane's slender figure, Nathan Moore slightly squinted his dark eyes. The black Bentley turned and drove into the underground garage at the corner of the courtyard.
Titus Zane had just closed the room door and hadn't even had time to take off his coat when there were hurried and disordered footsteps in the hallway.
Titus Zane turned his head to look at the man standing at the door, hesitating to speak; his cold face showed no excess emotion.
"Is there something you need?"
Standing at the door, Nathan Moore watched Titus Zane closely, not speaking and not leaving.
