Nicholas Croft leaned on the card table with a single elbow, drawing on his cigarette. Hearing the words, he turned his gaze to Felix Shaw, "Why should I tell you anything about Sophie and my private life!"
Felix Shaw backed off a bit, feeling vexed, and curled his lip, "Even if you don't say it, I know. There must have been something! Even a man as stoic as Nathan can be so impulsive, let alone a seasoned player like you!"
Listening to Felix Shaw's topic veering off further, a certain image flashed before Evander Lancaster's eyes. He tensed, flicked the cigarette butt away, and swept the cards off the table, "Tired, heading home to rest."
He had zero interest in the matters between men and women, found even the discussions nauseating.
Watching Evander Lancaster put on his jacket and leave, Felix Shaw turned his gaze back to continue gossiping.
"Big bro, do you think Evander has some kind of hidden problem? Otherwise, how come we've never seen him with a woman all these years?"
