CHAPTER 473: 469, ANOTHER ONE SEEKING DEATH!

As he settled into the driver’s seat, Nathan Moore did not forget to call Ewan Zimmerman again. "Immediately convene a meeting on my behalf to discuss the proposed acquisition of Foster E-commerce Co.," he instructed.

Ewan Zimmerman...

"President, Foster E-commerce is financially sound, why would they agree to be acquired..."

"Then contact all our ally units, and let’s suppress them together!" Nathan Moore coldly dropped this statement and hung up the phone.

To think they dared to retaliate against his woman over a mere order, now he wouldn’t just disgrace him but leave him with nothing!

When it came to his enemies, Nathan Moore was never lenient.

Before the car took off, he made another call to Evander Lancaster, "Bring your medical kit immediately, and bring more medicine for bruises and blood stasis, and wait at the villa!"

Seeing the disconnected call, Evander Lancaster was utterly baffled.

Did his second brother get his period? Why such a rage?

Not daring to delay, he hastily instructed his assistant to prepare his medical kit.

His private clinic depended on these magnates for business.

Having pushed his scheduled appointments, Evander Lancaster hurriedly headed towards the villa.

In the passenger seat, Titus Zane was huddled in the seat, holding his knees, his head hanging low, his wavy hair covering his entire face.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Nathan Moore reached out to touch Titus Zane’s back, and felt Titus stiffen markedly.

"It’s me," he said softly, exuding a sense of helplessness while looking ahead, his eyes shadowed with a grim intensity.

Hearing the familiar voice, Titus Zane’s body visibly relaxed, but his face buried in his knees remained tense.

If Nathan Moore had been any later, she would have been violated. Though society was more open now, there’s a world of difference between consent and coercion.

She could not fathom why her close friend would betray her, especially after all her caring and even sharing part of her own earnings with her...

His lips, tightly pressed, twisted in anger, Titus Zane still kept his head down. He felt his face swelling severely; he didn’t need a mirror to know it had swollen up like a pig’s head. After a moment, he spoke to Nathan Moore.

"Can I borrow your phone?"

She wanted to ask her close friend why she had betrayed her.

The warmth on his back disappeared, then his knees were gently tapped. Without raising his head, he fumbled to take the smartphone, struggling even to open his eyes when looking at the touchscreen.

He called his friend and dialed out.

Seeing that it wasn’t Titus Zane’s number, his close friend picked up without hesitation.

"Hello? Who is this..."

"Why did you betray me, beep beep..." As soon as Titus Zane began to speak, the other end hung up. Listening to the busy signal, Titus Zane took back the phone and dialed again.

At this time, his close friend clutched the phone tightly in her palm, her expression clearly tense.

She had clearly heard the cries for help from next door earlier, later overcome with empathy, she put in earphones to listen to music...

But why would Titus Zane call her, unless it was...

She jumped out of bed and ran to the next room. Seeing the cleaning staff, she feigned indifference while inquiring, "Where’s the guest from this room?"

"Oh, they’ve been sent for emergency treatment," the staff casually replied. Shocked, she rushed back to her own room to pack her bags.

"Give it to me."

A large hand extended into view. It was Nathan Moore. "Who is this close friend, what’s her full name?"

Placing the phone in Nathan Moore’s palm, Titus Zane’s voice was even more hoarse, "Chen Close Friend, the ’close’ of barbarism, twenty-five years old."

After three years as partners, they were well-acquainted with each other’s ID card information.

She hadn’t thought about revenge; she just wanted to know why she was betrayed.

Nathan Moore made another call, "Immediately contact Director Shen, whether by bus or airport, if someone named Chen Close Friend tries to leave, seize her immediately."

Pocketing the phone, a large hand once again rested on Titus Zane’s back, "Don’t worry, those who wish to harm you, none will be spared."

The woman who dared to betray her, another one courting death!