Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 945 - 941: Talking Behind My Back Again?

At this moment, the paparazzi hiding behind a car were almost startled into dropping their cameras by Nicholas Croft’s sharp gaze. As they saw the luxurious Lincoln slowly drive away, they set up their camera again and checked the photos they just took, smiling with satisfaction.

Nicholas Croft was famous for his gentlemanly demeanor in the circle, but once Hannah Hargrave got to know him, she realized that his gentlemanly manner was just a facade.

If he were truly a gentleman, he wouldn’t have kicked her out of the car halfway and left her to the driver alone.

Not wanting to spend too much time with Hannah Hargrave, Nicholas Croft didn’t even bother going back to change out of his evening attire and got out of the car directly at the entrance of the club.

Under the enthusiastic greeting of the bellhop, he walked directly towards the elevator.

In the private room, three men were sitting at the card table playing poker: Nathan Moore, Felix Shaw, and Evander Lancaster. From the beaming faces of Felix Shaw and Evander Lancaster, it was clear they were the winners, while Nathan Moore had obviously lost a lot but was still frequently distracted.

"Second brother, it’s your turn, are you going to...?" Evander Lancaster reminded Nathan Moore to play his card for the umpteenth time, and the latter came back to his senses, glanced at the cards on the table, and having paid no attention to what the player before him had played, he tapped the table with his finger and said, "Pass."

His words were as devoid of warmth as his expression at the moment.

Evander Lancaster laid out his sequence of cards on the table, "Second brother, talk to us, is there something bothering you again?"

Seeing Evander Lancaster finish playing his cards, Nathan Moore threw his cards on the table without a word, leaned back into his seat, pulled out a cigarette box, and lit a cigarette for himself. After taking a few puffs with his eyes slightly narrowed, he finally spoke, "Evander, is there any medicine to induce an abortion?"

"Second brother, what did you say?" Evander Lancaster paused in his card shuffling, thinking he had misheard, and Felix Shaw, who was discreetly counting his chips during the shuffling, also paused, slowly closed the drawer, and turned his peach blossom eyes to look over.

Nathan Moore said nothing, took a drag from the cigarette between his fingers, and slowly exhaled the smoke. As the family doctor, Evander Lancaster was most familiar with Nathan Moore’s family affairs; suddenly something came to his mind, and he asked tentatively, "Second brother, could it be... your wife is pregnant? That’s good news..."

"She is not your sister-in-law!" Nathan Moore interrupted with displeasure before Evander Lancaster could finish, casting a cold glance at him. Evander simply threw his cards onto the table with a disdainful snort.

"Ha, second brother, you’re quite the joker. You’ve already gotten her pregnant, yet you refuse to acknowledge it. If Titus Zane isn’t my sister-in-law, then who is? Olivia Zane, perhaps? If you love her so much, then why did you sleep with Titus Zane?"

Although Nathan Moore was his brother, he was well aware of how he treated Titus Zane. Over the past six months, he had almost become a traveling doctor; it was a miracle if he didn’t visit Nathan Moore’s place at least twice a week.

As a man himself, he couldn’t understand how his second brother could be so heartless to such a delicate woman.

Evander Lancaster’s blunt sarcasm earned another cold glance from Nathan Moore, who, fixing him with a chilling gaze, slowly inhaled from his cigarette and said, "Evander, what is there about that vicious woman that makes you sympathize?"

Faced with his good brother’s questioning, Evander Lancaster wouldn’t back down, "Second brother, is Titus Zane vicious? I can’t see it. If she was vicious, she wouldn’t be having your child."

"I won’t let her give birth," Nathan Moore withdrew his gaze; even in his lowered eyes, the determination on his face was evident.

Evander Lancaster snorted indifferently, "You’ll regret it."

"Stop mentioning irrelevant people, let’s continue playing cards," Felix Shaw interjected to stop the brothers’ argument, then picked up the cards on the table, shuffling them while muttering, "The big brother is something else, it’s so late and he’s still not here, standing us brothers up."

"Third brother, what badmouthing are you doing about me behind my back?" The door to the private room was pushed open from the outside, and Nicholas Croft, dressed in an evening suit, walked in.