CHAPTER 378: 374, HIGH-END VS. MEDIOCRE AND TACKY

Before 8 pm, Nathan Moore appeared at the restaurant dressed appropriately.

As the host of tonight’s dinner party, he arrived a few minutes early.

He expected his secretary Tilly Zimmerman to have arranged everything in advance, but when he took his seat in the private room, he discovered that the woman who swayed her hips while walking had not yet arrived.

Perhaps because he had been accompanied by two women for many years, he found the vulgarity of other women unappealing.

The current Titus Zane was also a plump and sensual woman, but her innate haughtiness was something she couldn’t completely hide.

At precisely 8 o’clock, as the server with the menu walked away, Wesley Foley and Titus Zane entered the private room together.

Neither too early nor too late, he was a punctual man, but Nathan Moore felt that this man was doing it on purpose.

Looking gentle as jade, but as scheming as anyone if he chose to be.

There it was, the polite and friendly smile on his face, but his tiny phoenix eyes were brimming with self-satisfaction.

The dark blue checkered coat matched the woman’s dark checkered dress perfectly.

This damned woman, she must be trying to infuriate him on purpose.

Couldn’t she have worn clothes in another color?

Insisting on wearing matching outfits with that boyish man, the more he looked, the more irksome it seemed.

Despite feeling extremely annoyed on the inside, he still maintained professional courtesy on the surface, stood up, and shook hands with Wesley Foley. Felix Shaw had already discussed with Wesley Foley; with a fire in the backyard, the cooperation matters were left entirely to the second brother to handle.

The second brother’s statement was the official stance of the company.

Just as everyone was about to sit down, the door to the private room was barged open, and a burst of fiery red charged in.

"Sorry, I’m late!" Tilly Zimmerman clutched the door handle with one hand holding a petite handbag.

In such cold weather, she actually dashed out wearing a tight short skirt with a deep neckline.

Luckily, she had a long coat on, otherwise, Nathan Moore truly worried that her incomparable posterior would be exposed to the air.

Tilly Zimmerman rushed in, nodding and apologizing to everyone, and almost scurrying to the seat next to Nathan Moore under their varied gazes.

With the posture of a president’s woman by his side, Nathan Moore could only touch his forehead in resignation.

It seemed it was time to replace the manager of the branch office, to have recruited such an oddity.

It was already bad enough that you had such large assets on your chest, but instead of dressing modestly, you wore a dress with such a plunging neckline, bouncing up and down as you ran over, making one worry you might tip over from being top-heavy.

Seeing his own secretary dressed so coarsely and garishly made Titus Zane’s irritating dress seem much more pleasant to the eye.

After all, his woman had taste; she wore a black floral shirt with a knitted long coat over it – simple and fashionable, but most importantly, warm.

Before taking her seat, as the CEO’s assistant, Titus Zane helped Wesley Foley hang up his coat on the rack, along with her own.

As she returned to sit down at the table, Tilly Zimmerman, seated a few chairs away, stared at the two of them as if discovering a new continent.

Raising her hand, her fingernails studded with diamonds, she pointed at Titus Zane and Wesley Foley, "Director Foley, you... you both... are you wearing matching outfits or is it a couple’s attire?"

Propping his forehead with one hand, Nathan Moore felt nothing but a headache.

With a woman like Titus Zane around, his secretary not only appeared vulgar but was also incredibly tactless and foolish. At this kind of occasion, to speak such thoughtless words.

It was simply unbearable!

Titus Zane...

In her first attendance, she was too embarrassed to know how to respond.

After sitting down, Wesley Foley smiled and said, "Director Moore, your secretary is really cute!"

Tilly Zimmerman exaggeratedly covered her face and batted her eyes at Wesley Foley, "Director Foley, are you complimenting me?"