Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 960 - 956: Overslept
Looking at his watch, it was almost midnight. Nicholas Croft leaned over to gently nudge Sophie Foster, who was fast asleep, "Wake up, it’s time to get off work."
Nicholas Croft’s voice wasn’t loud, but Sophie Foster jerked awake from the couch, somewhat nervously talking to herself, "Is it my turn on stage? Okay, right away!"
Nicholas Croft couldn’t help but chuckle, especially seeing Sophie Foster’s smoky makeup that had turned into Panda Eyes. He lightly pinched her cheek and said helplessly, "Work’s already done."
"Oh, I overslept," Sophie Foster rubbed the spot where Nicholas Croft had pinched. Just waking up, her speech and actions seemed a bit silly, but still very cute, or so Nicholas thought.
He grabbed the coat draped around Sophie Foster’s waist, reached into the pocket, pulled out his wallet, and handed over a wad of cash, "This is to compensate for your lost time."
Seeing the stack of cash, which must have been a few thousand at least, Sophie Foster licked her lips and muttered to herself, "That’s a lot, isn’t it?"
"Take it." Nicholas Croft observed carefully, noticing that Sophie’s gaze fell on the money in his hand, but her eyes showed only surprise, not a hint of greed.
He could tell if someone was pretending, especially right after they woke up when their consciousness was still hazy, so their reactions at that moment were the most genuine.
Instead of taking the money, Sophie Foster looked up at Nicholas Croft, "Handsome uncle, I..."
"It’s your compensation, nothing else." Nicholas Croft sighed softly. Seeing Sophie continue to stare at him dumbly, he tossed the money onto the low table, gathered his belongings, and stood up.
Watching Nicholas Croft walk away, Sophie Foster slowly picked up the stack of cash, gently rubbing it as if she hadn’t quite grasped the situation yet.
Nicholas Croft didn’t leave immediately. He sat in the driver’s seat, lit a cigarette for himself, and watched the direction of the nightclub.
A few minutes later, Sophie Foster emerged from the club, carrying a cheap backpack. Her tight leather outfit and long hair hanging messily on her shoulders made her look like a nightclub punk.
She waved for a cab and got in, while Nicholas Croft followed in his car.
It was a spontaneous decision. Suddenly, he was very curious about the little kitten’s home address.
The black Cayenne trailed at a distance behind the taxi, not too far, not too close. Half an hour later, he saw the taxi stop by an old residential building on the roadside. Sophie opened the car door, got out, and walked into the building.
After the taxi drove off, Nicholas Croft also stepped out of his car, lit another cigarette, and stood in front of the rundown residential building, looking up. A few minutes later, a light came on in a window on the fourth floor. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Having worked in T City for nearly ten years, he was familiar with the environment. These were decades-old buildings that the government intended to tear down, but negotiations with the residents had been unsuccessful, so the plan was on hold.
Standing below, he watched the illuminated window until the light went off, then Nicholas Croft flicked away his cigarette butt and drove off.
They say women are fickle, but sometimes men are too. If, at first, Sophie was a prey willingly stepping into the net, catching Nicholas’s interest, after these encounters, he suddenly had a change of heart.
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In the following days, Nicholas Croft went to the nightclub every evening, requesting songs, chatting with Sophie Foster. After a few days, they became much more familiar with each other.
Through these interactions, he finally understood that Sophie Foster stayed so late at work just to make extra money after the other singers had left.
