"I’ll give you a hundred thousand, you," Nicholas Croft pinched Sophie Foster’s nose, gritting his teeth, "are booked by me for the entire night."
How could he not understand her little schemes?
"How could that be right?" Having succeeded in her cunning plan, Sophie Foster still played innocent.
"Sing all night? My throat would go bad."
"Then what?" Sophie Foster feigned confusion, furrowing her brows.
"Warm the bed!" Nicholas Croft brazenly declared, his words completely at odds with his gentlemanly appearance, and he didn’t care about the other brothers in the room.
"Well..." Sophie Foster stroked her chin, pretending to consider, "That might be worth considering."
"No need to think about it, let’s go." Nicholas Croft slung his arm over her shoulder, ready to leave.
"Wait a minute!" Sophie Foster made a pausing gesture, spreading her palm out in front of Nicholas Croft.
"The money, right? Wasn’t it a hundred thousand?" Sophie Foster asked, dead serious.
Nicholas Croft was helpless.
"I don’t have any cash on me."
In this day and age, who would carry a hundred thousand in cash to the club?
"A check will do!" Sophie Foster persisted, determined not to let go without seeing the "bunny".
"Alright, alright, here’s your check." Nicholas Croft fished out a checkbook and pen from his coat pocket, signed in the palm of his hand, tore off a check, and stuffed it into Sophie Foster’s collar.
"Here you go, little money-grubber!"
Sophie Foster looked at the check in front of her, after confirming the figures, she beamed with joy and said, "Alright, tonight this missy is all yours, inside and out, Mr. Croft!"
"Great, tonight I will thoroughly explore you, inside and out."
The two of them talked and headed towards the door as if they were in a sports practice.
In the card room, the other three, apart from Daniel Armstrong, were left speechless. Only a couple as peculiar as them could talk about warming the bed and its "business" price in front of their brothers without any hesitation.
When Nicholas Croft pulled Sophie Foster to the doorway, she suddenly stopped, said "Wait a minute," then turned to look at Daniel Armstrong.
"You, mysterious Mr. Croft, you’re still bleeding," Sophie Foster kindly reminded him, "Did you forget to bring a sanitary pad? I have some in my bag, want to borrow one? You can return it next time we meet..."
While talking, she actually set down the sling bag on her shoulder, rummaged through it with her hands decorated with colored nail polish.
Sophie Foster looked serious. If it weren’t for the fact that every word she said was like cursing, the men might have believed her concern for Daniel Armstrong was genuine.
"Pfft... Hahaha..." Evander Lancaster and Felix Shaw couldn’t hold back their laughter and laughed out loud, Daniel Armstrong’s face growing even more unpleasant. If it weren’t for his concern that Sophie Foster was Nicholas Croft’s woman, he would have walked over and punched her without hesitation.
"Little Sophie, has anyone ever told you that you’ve gotten better at talking... hahaha..." Felix Shaw asked between bursts of laughter.
"Yes, Felix Croft just said so," Sophie Foster glared with innocent eyes, a look that didn’t match her outfit at all.
"Alright, little one, are you trying to infuriate my brother to death?" Nicholas Croft was helpless. Even though Sophie Foster was a bit excessive, he still couldn’t bear to speak harshly to her.
Sophie Foster exaggeratedly furrowed her brows, "He didn’t die from losing so much blood; if a few words could kill a person, wouldn’t he have died from anger by now?"
"Little one, let’s see if you still have the energy to chatter away in a bit!" Nicholas Croft pinched Sophie Foster’s nose affectionately, then grabbed her and left the card room, without even saying "sorry" to Daniel Armstrong.