Chapter 536: Chapter 536

At Titus Zane’s request, Nathan Moore made a call to Olivia Zane, but it went to voicemail without anyone answering.

Pocketing his phone, Nathan Moore let out a sigh of relief—they could call through, which meant she was still in this world.

Although Olivia Zane deceived him with her hypocrisy, they had been together for ten years after all, and moreover, she had been sincere towards him...

In the afternoon, Nathan Moore simply took Titus Zane to the office with him, worried that she might overthink if left alone at home.

Worried she might get bored, he packed the easel and oil paints from home into the trunk. Uncle Si said that Titus was a very talented painter, and since his woman was so gifted, her talent couldn’t be wasted.

Nathan Moore, carrying the easel on his back and holding onto Titus Zane’s wrist with one hand, was a tall and upright man whose demeanor didn’t quite match the easel he carried.

Titus Zane followed sullenly beside Nathan Moore. Although she wasn’t initially enthusiastic, her spirit lifted upon stepping out of the elevator and seeing Evander Lancaster leaning against the secretary’s desk.

She broke free from Nathan Moore’s hand and hurried over, "Evander, what are you doing here? Aren’t there any patients in the clinic..." Before she could finish her sentence, Titus Zane froze.

Because, when Evander Lancaster turned around, there was a bruise on his face. It wasn’t severe, but one could clearly see a small bruise at the corner of his left eye, as if he had been punched.

"Sister-in-law, you’re here too." Evander Lancaster didn’t feel ashamed at all, but instead greeted her enthusiastically.

"Your face..." Titus Zane pointed and tentatively asked while inside the secretary’s desk, Sophia Hamilton was sitting in the office chair perusing a document, a hint of smugness on her lips when she heard Titus Zane’s question. Updates are released by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽

"Oh, it’s nothing," Evander Lancaster raised his hand to touch the corner of his eye, then turned around to lean against the secretary’s desk with his elbows propped behind him, "Big brother, I’ve been beaten up, should I call the cops or handle it privately?"

"Decide for yourself," Nathan Moore, grabbing Titus Zane’s wrist, forcefully pulled her into his office, unconcerned with getting involved in their affairs.

However, speaking of which, the new secretary seemed innocuous and fragile, small and delicate; unexpectedly, she had such explosive power, even daring to lay hands on someone as big as Evander Lancaster—it was quite fierce.

"Nathan Moore, who hit Evander’s face?" Olivia Zane asked, puzzled, after closing the door to the office.

To have caused Evander Lancaster that much injury, the perpetrator must be very strong.

"He injured himself because he is a nutcase." With his height, it was clearly intentional. If it’s not madness, what is it?

Nathan Moore had already moved behind his desk, neatening the documents there before sitting down in the executive chair.

Titus Zane took his casual words seriously and asked with a mix of belief and doubt, "He injured himself? How could he be so careless? Did he see a doctor?"

"Don’t worry, he won’t die; he’s a doctor himself." Nathan Moore began to browse through a document, but Titus Zane became unsettled.

She turned and walked to the office door, opened it, and stepped outside.

"Evander, how bad is your eye injury? Do you need me to take you to the hospital to see a doctor?"

Evander had frequently helped her when she was injured in the past. She was someone who remembered favors and sought to return them; now that Evander was injured, Titus Zane felt obligated to show concern.

Seeing Titus Zane approach, Evander Lancaster acted as if he had seen a lifeline and began to lament to her with a gloomy face.

"Sister-in-law, my dear sister-in-law, why did you come so late? If you had come a bit earlier, I wouldn’t have suffered such a big loss..."

Glanced at Evander Lancaster, then at the working secretary in the desk. When her gaze settled on the secretary’s face, she immediately understood the situation.

She nodded and replied perfunctorily, "A loss is a blessing." Then she turned and went back into Nathan Moore’s office.