,
While speaking, Wesley Foley had already raised his glass, giving a nod to Nathan Moore across the table. Despite his known poor tolerance for alcohol, he still tilted his head back and downed a glass of red wine in one gulp.
After finishing, he gestured with the empty glass to Nathan Moore again before placing it back on the table.
It was evident to everyone at the dinner table that the two directors, though outwardly cordial and harmonious in their collaboration, were actually engaged in an overt and covert struggle, with every sentence filled with hidden meanings, only that
they didn't quite understand them.
Nathan Moore sneered, lifted his glass, and tilted his head to pour the red wine into his mouth swiftly. He drank so hastily that some of the red liquid spilled out of the corners of his lips, slow and visibly infuriated.
At least, that's how it appeared to Titus Zane's eyes.
