Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride
Chapter 135. Make a living on one’s own merit

Chapter 135: 135. Make a living on one’s own merit

,"Don’t understand, is that it?" Ancestor of the Second Generation nodded, circling around Nathan Moore with a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. While speaking, he had already swung his fist, rapidly striking towards Nathan Moore.

"Today, young master here will show you!"

Nathan Moore shifted his body to the side, still holding onto Titus Zane’s wrist with one hand, and with just that one hand, he restrained the arrogant Ancestor of the Second Generation.

"Ouch, ouch, it’s broken, let go, let go..." Ancestor of the Second Generation kept wailing in pain, the wrist that had swung at Nathan Moore was tightly clamped and twisted behind his back.

Nathan Moore looked at him coldly, but there wasn’t the slightest softening in his handsome face.

Titus Zane had some understanding of Nathan Moore’s combat skills; although she had never seen him fight with others, she had experienced it firsthand.

Many times, he had her pinned on the bed with that same move, not once showing mercy.

How many times, watching her, he would clench his teeth and strike his fist close to her ear, scaring her into closing her eyes.

The air felt thin tonight, there was a tightness in her chest, and breathing was difficult.

Titus Zane pried Nathan Moore’s large hand open, looked down and rubbed her wrist that now sported a red mark, then turned around, like a proud swan, walked back to the side of the street to wait for a car.

A light grey sedan approached from a distance, coming to a stop in front of Titus Zane; without any hesitation, she opened the passenger door and sat down inside.

"Oy, oy, that woman has already left, can you let go now?" Watching the light grey sedan drive away, Ancestor of the Second Generation yelled out as a reminder.

Releasing Ancestor of the Second Generation’s wrist, Nathan Moore, with a face as cold as ice, glanced back at the direction the grey sedan was leaving, then strode towards the chauffeured car that was waiting by the roadside.

Ewan Zimmerman pushed open the passenger door and ran to the back to open the car door for Nathan Moore, and even ventured to ask as Moore settled in.

"President, do you want us to follow her?"

"You’ve been quite idle recently?" Nathan Moore glanced at him coldly before closing the car door.

Ewan Zimmerman was startled, and then hurriedly shook his head once he realized what was said, "No, President, I haven’t been feeling well recently; I keep blabbering nonsense."

"If you’re not well, go see a psychiatrist; the company does not support lunatics!"

With a cold remark, Nathan Moore slammed the car door shut.

"Yes, President, I’ll go tomorrow." Ewan Zimmerman bowed and nodded to the closed car door, then walked back to the passenger side, slapping his own face as he opened the door, "That’s for running your mouth! Why can’t you ever remember!"

"Carry, that guy was so handsome!" The young woman driving the car looked in the rearview mirror at the towering figure on the side of the road and couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Hmm," Titus Zane leaned against the backrest, lazily responding with her eyes closed.

"Do you know him?" The woman at the wheel switched on her gossip mode.

"Don’t know him." Three words, without hesitation, spilled out.

"Then why did he help you out of the situation?"

"Xiaoman, aren’t you talking a bit too much?" Titus Zane opened her eyes, her gaze icy and devoid of charm, "Should I report to Sister Hua? That you’re slacking off instead of working diligently?"

"No, no, Carry, please spare me this time, considering I put in more effort than you and earn less, alright?"

Titus Zane turned her face towards the car window, her expression somewhat vacant.

"In our line of work, everyone makes substantial sacrifices."

"But you guys just contribute your intelligence, and I offer up my body!"

Xiaoman complained dissatisfiedly, "Do you know how disgusting and perverted that Tang boss is..."

Titus Zane withdrew her gaze, scoffing coldly, "If you’re dissatisfied you can file a complaint with Sister Hua, everyone makes a living based on their own abilities!"

In Titus Zane’s words, there was an unmasked disdain. Through the rearview mirror, Xiaoman crinkled her nose unhappily and muttered under her breath, "What skills? It’s all because I’m not as pretty as