"Hahaha—" Nico Haynes laughed heartily without holding back.

Dawn Sutherland cleared her throat, embraced Daisy Grant, and also turned to leave, "Third Bro, help our eldest take care of his wife’s family!"

City T’s Third Young Master: "..."

Against three, in such an outnumbered situation, Nico Haynes wouldn’t be foolish, so he just stretched his long legs and left, "See you, Young Master Saxton! I’ll invite you to a model party next time! There’ll be every kind of beauty you want, it’s settled then!"

Jorge Saxton gritted his teeth watching Nico Haynes fleeing last, "Arlo Seys, just let you be smug! Wait until I have a son and see if I don’t woo your girl away!"

Langdon Seal silently pursed his lips, his tone was indifferent, "His girl is your own niece."

"Too familiar, can’t make a move." Jose Floyd looked at the furious Jorge Saxton and added fuel to the fire indifferently.

Jorge Saxton’s heart was pierced by his two brothers, feeling quite stifled inside, he retaliated against Jose Floyd: ".....You can’t even get a woman, shut your mouth! First win over that Seys family’s darling and then show off! Lest if someone sleeps with her legally, you’ll have no chance at all!"

Jose Floyd’s eyes dropped slightly, turning around, ignoring Jorge Saxton.

"Where are you going!" Jorge Saxton called out to Jose Floyd.

Jose Floyd replaced a glass of red wine from a passing waiter’s tray, his tone chilly: "Looking for a woman to spend the night with, I’m not particularly fixated on her!"

"Hmph—-"

Jorge Saxton mercilessly dismissed Jose Floyd’s back with a big ’Yeah right, I don’t believe you’!

Jose Floyd, holding a glass of red wine, headed indoors wanting some peace.

As soon as he walked in, he heard a voice all too familiar, surrounding his ears.

"Brother Cooper, is our wedding... really being discussed by the Seys and Cooper families?"

Her voice carried a hint of tension and caution, sounding piercingly to Jose Floyd’s ears.

He just wanted a quiet place to rest, never expected to find her eagerly wanting to marry someone else, asking about the wedding date.

Jose Floyd clenched the wine glass in his hand tightly, his gaze turning icy cold.

Steven Cooper’s warm laughter gently spread, "Yes. My parents are urging me every day to marry you, afraid you’ll run off or not choose me. Nicole, let’s get engaged? I want the proper qualification to care for you, look after you. Trust me, I’ll definitely treat you well."

After a long silence, Jose Floyd felt like something tangled around his heart, slowing his breath.

Is her hesitation because she wants to refuse, or—?

As he harbored a bit of hope, waiting for her refusal to emerge, her voice came out even more tense, reaching his ears.

"...I’ll act according to Aunt Lily and Dad’s arrangements."

"So you’re agreeing?!" Steven Cooper’s voice was filled with uncontrollable joy and excitement, "Nicole, there’s a colleague dinner tomorrow, can I have the honor of inviting you? They’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time."

"Mm, okay. I don’t need to head back to the base these days, I’m free."

Her voice was calm and gentle, making the cold glint in Jose Floyd’s eyes intensify, his eyebrows fiercely ablaze.

Jose Floyd stepped forward, and in his sight were the two standing not far down the corridor.

The man was impeccably dressed in a suit, his figure robust. And she stood alongside him, appearing so petite and radiant, his gaze was unconditionally drawn to her.

Jose Floyd watched the pair, the coldness in his eyes spreading bit by bit.

Steven Cooper’s body paused, then leaned forward, encircling the person in front into his own domain. Looking down, with a smile on his face, "Nicole, lift your head."