Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 958 - 954: Skilled at Discerning Others’ Preferences

At half past eight in the evening, Sophie Foster appeared on the nightclub stage right on time, wearing the same leather outfit paired with Martin boots from the first time he saw her, with thick foundation on her face, bright lips, and a purple wig on her head...

Nicholas Croft noticed that the little kitten he had his eyes on was completely different from the other resident singers here. While the other singers were dressed normally, she wore heavy makeup, as if she was trying to disguise herself.

Because he generously sent flowers last night, Sophie Foster said he was drawing enmity for her, so this evening Nicholas Croft simply ordered a song through the service.

After Sophie finished singing, Nicholas called her over again. A man who plans each step carefully is good at knowing what others like, and tonight there was not only a bottle of red wine on the low table in front of Nicholas but also a fruit platter and some snacks.

Kids like to eat snacks, and he believed the little kitten he had his eyes on was no exception.

After exchanging polite greetings with Nicholas, Sophie sat down and asked, "Handsome Uncle, are you going to treat me to a drink again?"

"Mm," Nicholas responded faintly, crossing his legs and leaning back on the sofa, saying, "I’m bored alone."

"Then you could invite your friends over, wouldn’t that be livelier!" Sophie placed her hands on the sofa and swung her legs playfully, a very childlike behavior. Nicholas’s gaze swept over her lightly, his eyes barely twitching when they passed the tube top inside her little leather jacket.

"I have no friends," Nicholas said, then nodded toward the table, "Help yourself."

Only then did Sophie notice the snacks on the low table, including almonds, cashews, and fries...

"Handsome Uncle, do you like snacks?" Sophie asked incredulously.

"Not really," Nicholas took a sip of red wine, his lips consistently curled in a faint smile.

Sophie...

She pursed her lips and said nothing more. Well, the rich are indeed willful, and the world of the wealthy is something a poor person like her could never understand.

Just like a year ago, when that man refused to pay for his mother’s medical bills while his daughter drove a car worth millions.

Reaching out, she grabbed a few almonds, chewing them slowly. Glancing at the expensive bottle of red wine on the low table, she casually said, "Handsome Uncle, you must be quite wealthy, right?"

"Not really," Nicholas’s voice was indifferent, yet the curve of his lips unconsciously widened. If he guessed correctly, the little kitten’s family background wasn’t very good. Her tone earlier revealed both envy and helplessness.

But he could also tell that the little kitten wasn’t a gold digger, at least she didn’t try to gain more benefits from him.

After finishing the almonds, Sophie took a deep breath, then turned to Nicholas, "How about we drink tonight?"

"Just chat with me," Nicholas also put down the wine glass. His unhurried movements exuded elegance unintentionally, as he picked up a cigarette case, drew out a cigarette and held it between his lips. Pausing when he reached for the lighter, he suddenly remembered, "Want one?"

If he wasn’t mistaken, the little kitten was also a little greedy kitten, craving his cigarettes and red wine. He had figured that out the first time they met.

Rarely, Sophie placed her hands on the sofa and smiled as she shook her head to refuse, "Thank you,"

She had slept late last night and had to rush for an early show today, feeling extremely tired. If she didn’t have to perform later, she would have gone back to rest already.

Nicholas put the cigarette pack down, lit the lighter, and took a couple of puffs while lowering his gaze. His casual actions highlighted the sharp and deep lines of his face under the dim light.