Titus Zane had never thought of becoming enemies with his own younger sister, although they often clashed in their childhood.
But now it seems, it's not something he can avoid simply by not wanting it.
His sister Olivia Zane had clearly targeted Nathan Moore's hatred towards him, hence, she turned her distinct kindness into a sharp sword, thrusting it through Nathan's hands.
Swallowing half a piece of toast whole, Titus Zane's cold eyes shifted back to the man who was eating breakfast methodically, his slightly lifted chin was his only dignity and defiance.
"Mr. Moore, may I leave now?"
"Get out!" A single word, utterly devoid of warmth.
Titus Zane tugged at his lips in a cold sneer, turned around, and walked toward the staircase.
Watching the embarrassed figure of his sister, Olivia Zane's lips curled up in a barely noticeable smile.
Withdrawing her gaze, she turned to look at Nathan Moore, who had a sullen expression, and pouted in dissatisfaction.
