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"Big bro, what do you mean?" Nathan Moore's casual words made Felix Shaw glance over cautiously.
"It means nothing," Nathan Moore sorted his mahjong tiles nonchalantly, "Our company and the Foster Family have trading relations, tomorrow the heads of both companies need to meet in person to discuss..."
Before Nathan Moore could finish, Felix Shaw chickened out, clasping his hands and bowing to Nathan Moore.
"Big bro, please, spare your brother and don't mention Elizabeth White in front of that woman, otherwise she has a hundred ways to take out Elizabeth."
"Hmm?"
Nathan Moore slightly lifted his gaze.
"I won't gossip anymore, I won't gossip, isn't that enough?" Felix Shaw promised. Seeing Nathan Moore not reacting, he raised his hand and slapped his own mouth.
"That's for running your mouth, for running your mouth!"
