"Where's Felix?" Nathan Moore's obsidian eyes searched the banquet hall, but he didn't spot the figure of Felix Shaw.
Nicholas Croft curved his lips into a smile, and looked down at the champagne in his hands, his voice helpless.
"He's still in the lounge throwing a tantrum."
"Throwing a tantrum?" Nathan repeated, puzzled.
"Yeah, apparently he's taken a fancy to a newcomer who just started her career, and wants to marry her, but the old man wouldn't allow it, so he rushed to settle this engagement for him."
A few days ago, Felix Shaw met a third-tier little starlet at a cocktail party and took a liking to her at first sight. Not only did he bring the starlet back to his apartment, but he also wanted to marry her.
In elite circles, there are few who would agree to their offspring marrying a starlet, especially a family of scholars like the Shaws.
