Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 943 - 939: If You Send Someone to Harass Me Again, I’ll Call the Police
"Ha ha..."
Sophie Foster opened her eyes and looked at Nicholas Croft, laughing, "You know, I was just talking nonsense. Aren’t all ads like this nowadays? No matter what the food is, it’s always the taste from childhood."
Nicholas Croft didn’t say anything else, still looking at Sophie with a playful gaze. Under Nicholas’s probing eyes, Sophie placed the wine glass back on the low table, picked up the purple wig, and stood up, "Hey, it’s getting late. I should get off work."
Seeing Nicholas glance at the empty wine glass, she assumed he was upset about the sip of wine she had. After thinking it over, she beckoned him with her finger, speaking mysteriously, "Hey handsome uncle, come here."
Curious, Nicholas leaned in, only to see Sophie pout her lips and kiss her finger, then press it to his lips. "All right, I’ve drunk your wine and smoked a cigarette. Consider this kiss a fair trade!" With that, Sophie, under Nicholas’s amused gaze, picked up the purple wig and left.
Watching the girl’s bold and passionate back, Nicholas slowly rubbed his lips, "Interesting."
The nightclub, a place to kill boredom. If you took the encounters here seriously, then you were too naive.
Taking a cab back to her rented apartment, Sophie tossed her little leather jacket onto the sofa, wearing just a black strapless top as she headed to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet, squeezed facial cleanser into her palm, and scrubbed her face vigorously with her eyes closed. Only when it felt about right did she keep splashing water on her face, revealing her true self in the mirror and covering her face with a towel. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Her actions were quite rough, without the delicate care a girl would typically take with her skin. After putting the towel back, she walked out with large strides, sitting casually in the study, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her jacket, lighting one for herself, then pulling out her phone to make a call.
With the phone pressed to her ear, Sophie smoked, her small face showing a cold expression. When the call connected, she spoke in a warning tone, "Old man, don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you send someone to harass me again, don’t blame me for calling the cops!"
Whatever was said on the other side made Sophie snort with laughter as she exhaled smoke. "Don’t make yourself sound so noble, caring for me? Where were you when my mom and I were borrowing money to get by? Don’t give me that righteous talk. I won’t be your money-making tool!"
After speaking, Sophie hung up the phone, tossed it aside, crossed her legs, and leaned heavily back on the sofa, exhaling deeply. She was a not-yet-twenty-year-old girl, but her expression was far more mature than her age.
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Nicholas Croft hated parties of all kinds, but being in the entertainment industry, he couldn’t avoid attending. As a celebrity, every word and action was magnified by the public eye. Just earlier, when Hannah Hargrave stumbled over a chair and he casually steadied her, it was caught by an eager reporter.
Because of the industry, Nicholas had gotten used to living under the lens of the media. Besides, they only dared to take photos, not write nonsense. After all, his status wasn’t that of an ordinary star.
After the party ended, Nicholas said goodbye to a few stars and business partners he had worked with, and headed towards the exit. He was never interested in mementos like taking group photos.
Not yet out the door, behind him, Hannah Hargrave lifted her skirt and rushed over, "Nicholas..." she called warmly, as if their relationship was very intimate.
