Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 974 - 970: How Can I Make You Devoted to Me Without Spending Some Money?
"Lara, is that how you speak to your father?" The middle-aged man frowned with displeasure. He was dressed in a suit, with a navy blue coat over his shoulders. It was clear from his attire that he held a significant status.
Sophie Foster sneered as she stepped onto the last stair but didn’t open the door, "Sorry, I’ve gotten used to being alone. It seems I’ve lost the ability to communicate with people."
"You’re always so sharp-tongued, unlike your mother who was easygoing." The middle-aged man frowned again, smiling as he asked, "So, aren’t you going to invite me in?"
Passing by the man, Sophie Foster pulled out a key from her jeans pocket, inserted it into the lock, and said, "You can come in if you don’t mind, but don’t say I didn’t warn you, to you, this place might not be more luxurious than your dog’s kennel."
The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly. This kid was stubborn enough to give anyone a headache. She refused to take the job he arranged for her, insisting on working in a nightclub instead.
Following Sophie Foster into the rental apartment, the middle-aged man looked around, while Sophie threw the keys on the coffee table and said indifferently, "Sit," then plopped down on the other side of the sofa. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
The middle-aged man didn’t sit, turned to look at Sophie and said, "Lara, about what I mentioned last time, have you considered it? Singing in nightclubs is still singing, why not join a company? I can help you get a good package. With your talent and ability, getting famous shouldn’t be an issue."
"Sorry, I promised my mom I would never enter the entertainment industry in my life." Staring at the middle-aged man, Sophie Foster refused expressionlessly. Her mother had repeatedly warned her while she was alive not to pursue a career in the entertainment world, saying how complicated it was, her own experiences being the best example.
"No room for negotiation?" The middle-aged man asked. Sophie Foster was firm, "No."
With a sigh, the middle-aged man nodded and said before leaving, "Alright, since you don’t want to pursue the entertainment industry, I won’t force you. Take care of yourself. If you have any difficulty, let me know,"
With a sneer, Sophie Foster watched the so-called father leave, her lips curling into a cold sneer. How noble his words were, telling her to let him know if she had difficulties. Couldn’t he see how bare-bones her living conditions were!
If he truly cared about taking care of her, would he need her to reach out?
Hypocritical man. Her mother must have been blind back then to have lain with such a man.
After the middle-aged man left, Sophie Foster tidied up the rental apartment. Her work kept her busy, leaving her no time to clean. Today, she didn’t have to pass out flyers, and... Nicholas Croft had slipped her a bank card, telling her not to work too hard and to treat work as a pastime.
Once the apartment was clean, Sophie Foster lay on the bed, looking repeatedly at the bank card, thinking she’d go check out the ATMs later.
In the evening, Sophie Foster went to work at the nightclub on time. She donned leather pants and a jacket studded with spikes, her backpack matching the style. Her long hair was styled into dreadlocks, her face heavily made up. After finishing her performance on stage, she went to Nicholas Croft’s private room.
She plopped down on the sofa, wrapped her arm around Nicholas Croft’s, and asked, "Uncle Nicholas, why give Lara so much money?"
Before going to work, she checked an ATM and found the card contained a hundred thousand... Staring at all those zeros following the one, she counted them several times. It was so much money, money she would need two years to earn.
"How could I not invest a little to ensure you’re fully committed to staying by my side?" Nicholas Croft looked down at Juniper Zimmerman’s small face, the curve of his lips softening.
