This woman really needs to be put in her place.

"Huh, quite the tease, aren't we? Can't wait any longer?" Daniel Armstrong sneered coldly, pinching Titus Zane's chin to pull him closer; Titus barely had time to react when his lips were met with a sharp pain.

"Soon, I'll let you experience it for yourself and see if I'm all talk."

Daniel Armstrong pinned Titus Zane's chin, his voice laden with ambiguity.

Titus's face abruptly changed color because of Daniel's shallow remarks.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened in shock, her nostrils flaring angrily as she instinctively turned to look at Nathan Moore for support. However, he seemed indifferent, casually shuffling poker cards as if Daniel's humiliation of Titus had nothing to do with him.

The anger inside Titus intensified, not just because of Daniel's behavior but even more so because of Nathan's indifference.

His woman was being denigrated by his own brother, and he remained unmoved.