Sophie Foster giggled as she saw her subtle request being entertained. She tossed the bouquet onto the low table and kept rubbing her hands together, saying, "About the tip, I wouldn’t mind a hundred bucks. But..."
At this, her cunning eyes scanned Nicholas Croft up and down. "For soone as distinguished as you, giving a tip in the thousands when you’re in a good mood is normal."
Nicholas Croft furrowed his brows again and even exaggeratedly pouted, but there was a hint of humor in his eyes. This girl was the first to unabashedly confess her greed for money without him disliking it.
Taking a puff of his cigar in amusent, he exhaled the smoke, "How do you know I’m soone important? Are you a fortune teller?"
Speaking of this, Sophie Foster suddenly beca earnest, "Handso Uncle, don’t deny it. Let’s stick to the facts. Let clarify, I’m not forcing you to give a tip."
"Alright, go on," Nicholas Croft appeared patient, lazily nestled in the sofa, puffing on his cigar, with a teasing expression waiting for Sophie Foster to continue her tricks.
"These cigars you have, they must cost at least a hundred bucks each?" Sophie Foster asked, casually taking the cigar from Nicholas Croft’s fingers, bringing it to her lips for a puff, and exhaling with a look of pleasure.
Nicholas Croft was quite taken aback; this was the first ti he encountered soone this skilled at extorting.
His cigars were far more than a hundred bucks each; they were probably a thousand.
After taking two consecutive puffs, Sophie Foster handed the cigar back to Nicholas Croft, not caring if he disliked it after she used it. Then she picked up the lighter from the low table, feeling its weight as she continued, "And the lighter you use, it’s enough to pay my rent for a year!"
"So what?" Nicholas Croft bit the cigar with his teeth again, seemingly forgetting Sophie Foster had smoked it or simply not caring, taking another puff, then slowly blowing the smoke toward Sophie’s face. She closed her eyes, scrunching her little face while holding her breath.
She only opened her eyes after the smoke cleared, sighed helplessly and said, "There’s no ’so’. Even if you don’t want to give a tip, I couldn’t possibly rob your pocket."
After saying so much and not getting a response, it seed he was stingy.
Not wanting to waste any more words, Sophie Foster prepared to leave, glancing at the bouquet on the low table, "But still, thank you for the flowers. You spent quite a bit."
After saying that, she sighed silently again. A bouquet costing five hundred bucks; if only he had given her a tip, her rent for the month would be settled.
An eighteen-year-old girl, though smooth in her conduct, was still too young, with all her emotions written explicitly on her face.
It was clear to see the disappointnt etched on Sophie Foster’s face. As she was about to stand up, Nicholas Croft said, "Have a drink with , and I’ll tip you a thousand."
Sophie Foster’s movent to stand was interrupted, and turning back to look at Nicholas Croft, her sparkling eyes showed undoubting delight.
Just about to ask "really?" she suddenly rembered sothing, so she smiled and refused, "Handso Uncle, I think you misunderstood. I’m a resident singer, not soone who accompanies you for drinks."
Oh, it’s so tempting, a thousand bucks, but...
What if he asks for sothing excessive?
Oh, can’t give up the principle for a little gain; she has her principles!
Taking a deep breath, Sophie Foster stood up, just stepping forward when Nicholas Croft spoke again, "Two thousand,"
Standing in place, Sophie Foster neither moved on nor agreed. Hidden from Nicholas Croft’s view, her cheeks puffed and her eyes kept blinking, expressing her indecision.
Two thousand bucks, that’s more than half the rent...
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