Steven Jones was different. When he heard that there was food, he was very excited. He immediately forgot everything that had happened just now. He slapped the table and shouted, "Waiter, bring the most expensive food and wine here to me. After dinner, we will go to karaoke."

Looking at Steven Jones's idiotic look, George Young could not help but shake his head, thinking to himself, "Brat, is this the first day you met Nathan Shaw? If you want to take advantage of him, be careful not to be eaten to the bone."

Steven Jones drank good wine as he wished and said happily. "Oh right, Nathan, when I parked the car just now, I seemed to have seen your car."

Nathan Shaw glanced at him as if to say, "You drank too much!"

"No?"

Steven Jones scratched his head. "When I came up, I asked the security guards. They said that they saw you coming in the afternoon. When I called you just now, I thought you were nearby."

Nathan Shaw thought to himself, "How could someone who has been in the company all day come here in the afternoon?"

Nathan Shaw felt that Steven Jones was talking nonsense. He looked up at Steven Jones and said, "If not for someone neglecting his duties, I might still have time to come out and have some leisure time."

The one who neglected his duty was naturally referred to as Mr. Jones.

"Didn't I go to the airport to pick up Ryan?" Steven Jones grinned.

"Look at you. You left him in England for so many days. Not only did he not complain, he even exceeded his mission. Didn't I go to comfort him on behalf of the company?"

What a bunch of nonsense!

Nathan Shaw was too lazy to pay attention to him, but Steven Jones was puzzled. "So you have been staying at the company this afternoon? Then, would someone drive your car?"

"This is impossible!"

Everyone knew that Nathan Shaw loved cars as much as his life. Even these three dudes who grew up together wanted to drive his car, they would have to spend a lot of time and effort and even "be extorted", let alone others.

Steven Jones also felt that it was impossible. He shook his head and said that he might have seen it wrongly.

At this time, Ryan Holland said, "It can't be so coincidental that both you and the security guard were mistaken. Perhaps someone really drove Nathan's car."

"I wonder if the kitten that someone keeps in captivity is obediently staying at home?" Ryan Holland kindly reminded Nathan Shaw when he saw Nathan Shaw looking at him with a puzzled gaze.

"Did anyone call to use my car today?" Nathan Shaw immediately called Ken.

After hearing Ken's denial, Nathan Shaw had already guessed what was going on. He pushed the chair away and stood up, "I'm going out for a while."

Nathan Shaw's sudden departure surprised Steven Jones. He asked, "What is going on with Nathan?"

Ryan Holland smiled and said, "Do you want to watch the show?"

"Is there a chance?"

Steven Jones's eyes lit up, and he pulled Ryan Holland, who was the closest to him, "Hurry up. Let's follow them and take a look."

The latter turned around and looked at George Young, who was still eating with his head lowered. "George, let's go together!"

George Young had just finished dealing with the crab on the plate. He took out a wet towel and wiped his hands. His movements were orderly, but his gaze fell elsewhere.

"George, hurry up. If you are late, you won't see a good show," Steven Jones shouted.

It was so rare to watch a good show about Nathan Shaw!

When Nathan Shaw pushed open the door and entered, he heard a intermittent song that was out of tune. It was intermittent. His darkened eyes swept across. He only heard the sound but did not see the person.

"At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself. Talking to the moon. Tryna get to you. In hopes youre on the other side, talking to me too. Or am I a fool, who sits alone. Talking to the moon..."

The voice came from the other side of the sofa. In addition to singing, another person was talking.

When Nathan Shaw walked over, he saw two people sitting on the carpet.

"Losing him was blue, like Ive never known. Missing him was dark gray, all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met..."

The singing was a little choked up. Without listening carefully, one would not even know what she was singing.

Beside her, a girl was holding her shoulder and comforting her, "Be good, Sisi. Don't cry. Otherwise, tell me who that man is. I'll help you beat him up to vent your anger!"

"Man? What man?"

It turned out that it was impossible to reason with a drunkard. Sophie Lucas looked at Sierra Moore helplessly. In her heart, she wished she could throw the man who hurt Sierra Moore into the sea to feed the sharks.

The wine bottle in Sierra Moore's hand was empty. Sierra Moore wanted to reach out to take another one, but she didn't expect to bump into nothingness. Then, a hand grabbed her shoulder and she stood up.

Just like six years ago, Nathan Shaw picked her up and looked at her in a mess.

Sophie Lucas was shocked by the sudden appearance of this person, but she quickly recognized that this man was Mr. Shaw, who often occupied the front page headlines.

Being carried down with his hands, Sierra Moore felt uncomfortable and reached out to push him. She was shouting to have some wine, "What... what are you doing? I want to drink. Give me one!"

Seeing that Sierra Moore was not feeling well, Sophie Lucas immediately went up to ask for help and said fiercely to Nathan Shaw, "What are you doing? Let go of her. Can't you see that she's in pain?"

"Sierra, do you want to explain it to me?" Nathan Shaw ignored her and looked at the drunk woman with a gloomy gaze.

Sierra Moore thought to herself, "Why is he here? And why am I so drunk?"

Sierra Moore was really drunk. Her eyes drifted. Looking at the magnified handsome face in front of her, she suddenly grinned and poked his face with her finger, "Ah! It's you!"

For some reason, when these three simple words came out of her mouth, Nathan Shaw felt especially relaxed. For a moment, he even thought that she recognized him.

However, the reality proved that he was overthinking things.

Sierra Moore's eyes were wandering and her tongue was already a little stiff. She said vaguely, "Shawy, why did you let me go?"

"Shawy?"

"She..." Nathan Shaw frowned.

His voice stopped abruptly because someone held his face and boldly kissed his lips.

Her soft lips carried the scent of alcohol. Her movements were very rude, and she even clumsily bit twice, making a loud sound.

The three who came up to watch the show happened to see this erotic scene, which was definitely an unprecedented and spectacular scene.

"Wow! What? What's going on? Nathan was being teased?" Steven Jones shouted.

When Ryan Holland, who was following closely behind, saw this, he whistled like a ruffian, "What a wonderful scene!"

George Young, who was walking at the back, also saw it. He pushed up the pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Yes, it is indeed wonderful!"

Looking at the expressions of these two people, who seemed that they were not surprised by this matter, Steven Jones thought to himself, "Could it be that I am the only one who is kept in the dark?"

After discovering this, Steven Jones was very unhappy. He poked Ryan Holland with his arm and asked him, "What do you know? Tell me!"

"I cannot make irresponsible remarks on this kind of thing. When the time comes, Nathan Shaw will find my troubles." Thinking to himself, Ryan Holland raised his chin and said to channel the conflict, "He knows it better than me. Go and ask him."

Steven Jones immediately rushed to George Young's side, hooked his arm around George Young's shoulder, and asked him, "Hey, Beauty George, tell me what's going on!"

The black eyes behind the lens turned slightly, and a bright light flashed quickly.

Ryan Holland sensed George Young's gaze and turned around to give him a meaningful smile as if he was saying, "Dude, I can only help you to this point. Pray for your own good luck!"

Steven Jones still wanted to know the inside story. George Young pushed up his glasses said expressionlessly, "The last time when I was woken up by him in the middle of the night, I thought something had happened to him. In the end, he only asked me to bandage a woman whose hand was injured."

"What?"

"You mean he brought a woman home?" Steven Jones cried out.

George Young looked at the man who was making a fuss and added, "That woman was sleeping on his bed at that time."

Hearing this, Steven Jones once again raised his voice by a decibel and screamed, "What? Nathan Shaw, a neat freak, allowed a woman to sleep in his bed? And it was a woman who was injured?"

Steven Jones had recognized this woman from a quick glance just now. He had seen her a few days ago at the clubhouse. At that time, he had thought that the two of them had an affair, but he did not expect the situation to be so intense!

After a series of surprises, Steven Jones tried hard to calm down. "So, this woman is living with him now?"

George Young nodded. When Ryan Holland heard this, a light flashed in his eyes. The three of them looked at each other and tacitly continued to watch the show.

As for the woman who was pretending to be crazy over the alcohol, after the kiss, she moved her hands up and down on the man. Then, she hugged the pretty guy and refused to let him go. She kept muttering, "You smell so sweet, like cotton candy. I want more."

"Sisi, what the hell? This is the bastard that you hate so much that your teeth itch!" Thinking to herself, Sophie Lucas covered her face by the side. She swore that she would never let this girl drink again in the future. Sierra Moore was usually so well-behaved, but she became like this after drinking wine. Sophie Lucas thought it was really too shameful!

Nathan Shaw, who had been teased, had a face darkened. He pulled her arm that was hanging on his body. "Sierra Moore, don't play the crazy drunkard. Get up."

How could Sierra Moore be willing to listen?

She hugged his waist and rubbed against his chest. "Shh, be good. Don't be noisy!"

The one who had just approached was not very lucky and just heard this sentence, so he stumbled over his own two feet and directly fell to the ground.

Steven Jones fell, but he was not in a hurry to get up. Instead, he was eager to confirm, thinking to himself, "Did I hear it wrong just now? This woman wants Nathan Shaw to be good?"

With Steven Jones falling like this, his hair was messed up. George Young frowned and walked over to pull him up.

Just as George Young pulled him up, Steven Jones grabbed George Young's arm and shouted, "Hey, look, Nathan is smiling. I must be dreaming. George, try to hit me! I must be dreaming."

George Young did not make a move, but Ryan Holland, who was beside him, was not polite. He slapped fiercely, and Steven Jones cried out in pain.

Steven Jones covered his shoulder and glared at Ryan Holland, "Shit, I was just saying nonsense. You really slapped me!"

George Young turned around and looked at Ryan Holland with a warning look. "Lawyer, is it really okay for you to be so ruthless to your dude?"

"Doctor, aren't you here? If I slap him a few more times, I might be able to wake the thick-headed up. What do you think?" Ryan Holland asked with a forced smile.

A spark flickered in George Young's eyes and a sharp glint flashed away, hidden under the lens.