,"Honey, you must have been waiting anxiously." The paunchy man walked up to Titus Zane, patting his own belly, looking like a woman several months into her pregnancy.
Despite not being handsome, one could tell at a glance that he was a man of wealth.
Four bodyguards were stationed discreetly not far away, with eagle-like eyes peering vigilantly from behind dark sunglasses.
Titus Zane turned his head, his hands relaxed as he languidly leaned on the railing, lips curved up in a slight pout and brows knit together.
"You say that, yet if you were afraid of your tigress mother at home, you shouldn't have brought me to Paris Fashion Week!"
"Alright, alright, no more temper, it's all my fault, let's not upset Honey."
The pregnant-man-like figure gently patted Titus Zane's back, cooing in an attempt to appease him, "Hmph!" Titus Zane angrily turned his head away, facing the river, refusing to pay any attention.
"You always fob me off with that line!"
