Before 8 pm, Nathan Moore appeared at the restaurant dressed appropriately.
As the host of tonight's dinner party, he arrived a few minutes early.
He expected his secretary Tilly Zimmerman to have arranged everything in advance, but when he took his seat in the private room, he discovered that the woman who swayed her hips while walking had not yet arrived.
Perhaps because he had been accompanied by two women for many years, he found the vulgarity of other women unappealing.
The current Titus Zane was also a plump and sensual woman, but her innate haughtiness was something she couldn't completely hide.
At precisely 8 o'clock, as the server with the menu walked away, Wesley Foley and Titus Zane entered the private room together.
Neither too early nor too late, he was a punctual man, but Nathan Moore felt that this man was doing it on purpose.
Looking gentle as jade, but as scheming as anyone if he chose to be.
