CHAPTER 97: 97, NATHAN MOORE SAID, "IF I GO TOO FAR, SHE SHOULD BE IN A WHEELCHAIR JUST LIKE HUIYUN.

At Shang Mu private club, Nathan Moore, Nicholas Croft, Felix Shaw, and Evander Lancaster were sitting at the mahjong table playing.

Felix Shaw discarded a two of bamboo and said, "Big Bro, do you really not plan to let go of Titus Zane?"

Nathan Moore paused slightly in his tile drawing, glanced at Felix, organized his hand, and nonchalantly threw out a one of characters tile.

"Why should I let her go."

"That’s where you’re wrong, Big Bro."

Evander Lancaster also drew a tile, "No matter how grave Titus Zane’s mistakes were, having been tormented by you for half a year is enough. Don’t go too far - one should not overkill."

"I went too far?"

Nathan Moore raised his eyebrows slightly with a hint of mockery at the corners of his lips towards Evander Lancaster.

"If I was too far, she wouldn’t be unscathed today. Instead, she should be sitting in a wheelchair like Huiyun."

"Tsk tsk," Evander Lancaster disagreed and curled his lips, discarding a tile, "As if you are any kind, since when does a 3cm laceration on the vulva happen!"

Evander Lancaster always brought up what should not be mentioned, and with that remark, the other two men lifted their heads and looked at Nathan Moore with shock.

Ever since they saw the scar on Titus Zane’s forehead, the brothers realized Nathan Moore’s tendency towards domestic violence.

But—

They had never expected that revenge would escalate to sexual abuse. A 3cm tear on the vulva — what kind of a sick mind does it take to do such a thing?

Speaking of this, Nathan Moore’s face showed a visible change.

His handsome face turned cold as he glared at Evander Lancaster with eyes filled with anger.

The incident was not only shameful but also a loss of face in front of his brothers.

Such private matters should be a family disgrace behind closed doors, but Nathan Moore had not expected Evander Lancaster to brazenly bring it up in front of the brothers.

"Lately, have you been living too extravagantly?"

"Not bad." Facing Nathan Moore’s change in expression, Evander Lancaster didn’t care much, lit a cigarette for himself and leisurely blew smoke rings while leaning on his elbow.

"The health bureau will inspect the hospital tomorrow; let’s see if you still have time to gossip then."

Evander Lancaster exhaled a puff of smoke with a half-smile, "Whatever."

Nathan Moore glanced at him indifferently and then turned his gaze away to continue sorting his tiles.

"Hey, hey, tell me, what exactly happened?" Felix became curious, nudging Evander Lancaster’s arm, all eager for gossip.

Nicholas Croft had already looked away, arranging his own tiles. Though they were all men, such private matters were better left undiscussed, especially by him as the oldest brother.

Before Evander Lancaster could say anything, Nathan Moore shot a cold glare over.

"What? Have you also been living too unrestrainedly lately?"

"It’s alright," Felix took a puff of his cigarette and shook his leg arrogantly, "My Elizabeth’s movie is about to wrap up."

Thinking back to when he seized the opportunity of a business trip to Crossville and spent two days and nights with Elizabeth White rolling in the sheets, Felix couldn’t help but feel a surge of heat rushing to his lower abdomen.

That intoxicating and blood-boiling sensation was damn exhilarating.

Elizabeth White had been learning dance since childhood; her legs and waist were incredibly flexible. They could try out any difficult moves...

Evander Lancaster poked Felix, who was submerged in his "happiness," with a comment neither dark nor light.

"Third Bro, wake up. Disaster is about to strike, so stop being so lecherous."

"Get lost!" Felix came back to his senses and laughed as he glared at Evander Lancaster beside him, "Elizabeth spent time with me just a few days ago, no need to be lecherous!"

"It seems Uncle Shaw is really getting old, not even having the energy to manage his own son."

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