Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 951 - 947: How Much Do You Want?
Sure, here’s the translated text: 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Perhaps the waiter had informed her of the location of the guest who requested the song, so while standing at the mic, Sophie Foster nodded in the direction where Nicholas Croft was.
Underneath the dazzling lights, her smokey eyes were even more sparkling, her lips painted a bright red; once the music started, she was completely absorbed in the feeling.
In the private booth, Nicholas Croft took a cigar from its metal case and bit it between his teeth, lighting it casually as he watched the girl on stage, exhaling smoke while holding his glass and leisurely sipping while appreciating Sophie Foster’s performance.
He had a principle of not getting involved with artists in the circle, but he’s a normal man with normal needs. Thirty years of his life; he wasn’t about to live like a monk.
Taking another puff from his cigar, he slowly exhaled the smoke, put down his glass, and snapped his fingers to the waiter. The waiter came immediately, leaned over, and Nicholas Croft whispered something that made the waiter nod repeatedly before leaving.
On stage, as Sophie Foster reached the climax of her song, the waiter presented a large bouquet of flowers, to which she bowed in gratitude while continuing her performance.
After finishing her song, Sophie Foster bowed again to Nicholas Croft’s area, saying, "Thank you, thank you to the gentleman here!"
After stepping down from the stage, the waiter approached again, "Sophie, that guest would like you to go over for a bit."
Many come to nightclubs for leisure, but in this society that emphasizes practicality, there are few who will spend money to request a song and give flowers. Filled with curiosity, Sophie Foster followed the waiter towards the private booth, and upon seeing the charming man in the sofa, her smokey eyes widened.
"Handsome uncle, it’s you?"
With a slight nod, Nicholas Croft lounged lazily on the sofa, his lips curled faintly as he looked at Sophie Foster, showing no inappropriate emotion.
Good-looking men always seem to lower people’s guard, and Sophie Foster sat down on the sofa, took off her purple wig, and placed it along with the flowers on the low table, revealing her true appearance that even the heavy makeup could not hide her exquisite features.
Comfortable in approaching Nicholas Croft, she appeared to be complaining but her eyes sparkled with mischief, "Handsome uncle, are you trying to make me a target?"
"What do you mean?" Nicholas Croft raised an eyebrow, as she pretended to be unhappy, wrinkling her nose and glancing at the flowers on the low table, saying, "You know, if you just want to listen to a song, you should just listen, why bother sending flowers?"
As Nicholas Croft’s amused gaze fell upon her, Sophie Foster leaned in and picked up the bouquet, pouting and pulling at the petals with grumbles, "You see, by sending these flashy flowers, not only will it make my sisters jealous, but I haven’t gained anything tangible, either."
Nicholas Croft...
His handsome brow raised slightly, knowing this girl wasn’t going to be so kindly considerate from the mischievous glint in her eyes.
Pretending not to understand, he furrowed his brow, "By tangible, you mean..."
Upon hearing Nicholas Croft say this, Sophie’s eyes sparkled, and she shuffled her body to face Nicholas Croft, saying, "Look, the bouquet you sent costs money, and these flowers will wither in a couple of days. Since you like my singing, you could just give a tip; it’s both convenient and practical."
Nicholas Croft chuckled while furrowing his brows, encountering someone asking for a tip so boldly for the first time.
With the cigar between his fingers, he brought it to his lips, took a puff, and slowly exhaled the smoke, his dark eyes flickering with an inadvertent allure, "So, how much of a tip would you like?"
