Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 250 - 246, why are you joining in the excitement?

Felix Shaw turned his face toward them, spreading his hands with a smug look in his eyes, "See? Everyone said they didn’t hear a thing."

Mia Foster...

Clutching a heap of chips, she glared at the man with a face full of scheming triumph, then scanned over the three men at the poker table who acted as if it was none of their business, suddenly feeling her fur rise in anger!

She tossed the chips she was holding, many of them striking Caleb Shaw in the face.

"Take them! Take them all! Consider it the whore’s fee I’m paying you!" Mia Foster stood up angrily, grabbed her bag, turned around to leave, and before she left, she didn’t forget to deliver a menacing remark, poking at Felix Shaw’s forehead, "Remember! Be at my beck and call from now on!"

Felix Shaw smiled, his eyes brimming with pleasure.

"Sponsor, rest assured, I’ll be at your beck and call!"

"Hmph!" Mia Foster snorted coldly, turning away arrogantly. As she passed by the sofa, Titus Zane also rose to his feet, "Wait, I’ll come with you."

Mia Foster, having been mocked by Felix Shaw, was not in a good mood, so she was not as enthusiastic as before. She glanced at Titus Zane, didn’t say anything, but stopped nonetheless.

Titus Zane had just walked side by side with Mia Foster for a few steps when her wrist was tightened, grabbed from behind.

Accompanied by a voice of helplessness, "What are you joining in the commotion for!"

It was Nathan Moore, seeing her about to leave, he hurried over with big strides, the unfinished half-smoked cigarette still pinched between his fingers, in his haste, he forgot his strength, causing Titus Zane to cry out, not just because her wrist was clenched by the man, but also from the pain.

"Sorry! Sorry, I wasn’t careful!" Nathan Moore quickly threw away the half-smoked cigarette from his fingers, Mia Foster cast a faint look at the two of them, let out a cold sneer of mockery, didn’t wait for Titus Zane anymore, took a step and walked out of the private room like a proud swan.

"Are you hurt, let me see quickly." Nathan Moore’s face showed obvious panic and haste, he grabbed Titus Zane’s wrist and pulled it close to examine it carefully, Beatrice Hargrave also stretched her neck curiously, the small oval burn on Titus Zane’s fair wrist was obvious, a mark left by the cigarette in Nathan Moore’s hand.

"Ouch... it looks painful," Beatrice Hargrave grimaced exaggeratedly.

Nathan Moore cradled Titus Zane’s wrist and brought it to his lips, continually blowing on it, while the latter’s complexion could not be described as ugly, it certainly wasn’t good looking either.

Titus Zane felt that she and Nathan Moore were ill-fated. Whenever she encountered him, she would end up with major or minor injuries.

In the past, it was his intention, but now, even by accident, he could harm her.

This man was too dangerous, she would have to keep her distance in the future.

Over at the poker table, Felix Shaw picked up the chips that Mia Foster had scattered, placing them back on the table, counting them one by one.

Evander Lancaster supported his chin, took a puff of smoke, and mockingly said, "Big Bro, you just let your woman walk away like that? That’s not like you!" A month ago, he abandoned his work to chase her down in Europe and brought her back.

Felix Shaw, the money-grubber, put the chips back in the drawer, "Don’t worry, she won’t get away!"

"Oh? How so?" Evander Lancaster took another puff of his cigarette, his phoenix eyes fixed on the chips in Felix Shaw’s hand. It was hard to stomach the loss of several months’ wages in a flash, then his gaze shifted to Nicholas Croft, who had been leisurely smoking and resting, as if having an understanding, Nicholas Croft also turned his gaze toward him.

In the exchange of glances, the two men shared a knowing smile, all emotions communicated without words.

"Her passport and ID are with me; leaving T city would be tough." So she can only stay at my place.

"You’ve confiscated them?"

Evander Lancaster continued chatting with Felix Shaw, noticing that the chips had all been put back in the drawer, the light in his phoenix eyes dimmed.

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