"Ha," a light chuckle, Nicholas Croft finally realized that the little one was tangled up over this. He pinched Sophie Foster’s chin again and revealed his plan, "At the end of the year, your uncle will take you ho for New Year."
"Really?" Sophie’s eyes glead with disbelief and joy. Nicholas promised again, "Really, when has your uncle ever lied to you?"
"Uncle, Lara really loves you!" Sophie coiled around Nicholas’s neck, acting coy. Her bare skin clung to Nicholas’s body, face. Taking a fierce drag on the cigar before placing it in the ashtray, he exhaled smoke while muttering, "Little temptress! Seducing ..."
In a whirl, Sophie was already pinned beneath him, too late to gasp, she was silenced with a kiss from Uncle Nicholas.
...
When Sophie woke up, it was almost noon. Nicholas had gone to work at the company. She rolled around in bed alone, rembered Uncle Nicholas’s instructions, grabbed her phone and laid on the bed while calling Titus Zane.
"Sister Titus, it’s Little Sophie. Do you have ti today? I want to go shopping with you... No ti? How about tomorrow, you must have ti then... I don’t care, you haven’t thanked for helping you out last ti..."
Knowing Titus intentionally postponed, Sophie shalessly called in a favor; without her help last ti, that scumbag would’ve never noticed her.
As expected, after she said that, Titus couldn’t refuse, asking how she wanted to be thanked. Sophie said, "How about this, you first treat to a big al, and then accompany to shop!"
After Titus agreed, Sophie hung up the phone, tossed it aside, flipped over, and lay on the bed looking at the ceiling with a silly smile.
Uncle Nicholas said... he’ll take her ho for New Year.
The next day, Sophie dressed ticulously in studded clothes and trousers, no longer cheap market goods. Her backpack was of an international brand.
Nicholas gave her a monthly allowance of a hundred thousand, so she no longer needs to scrimp and save money for rent.
Arriving early at the rendezvous spot with Titus, Sophie’s heart ached when Titus’s slender figure erged from the car.
With a smile on her face, she greeted Titus, proactively linking arms, and asked, "Sister Titus, you’re slim enough, why are you still dieting?"
Titus reluctantly curled her lips, saying, "My appetite hasn’t been great lately." Clearly knowing Sophie called under the guise of a al to cheer her up.
They entered Chic House, T City’s most luxurious restaurant, and chose a corner spot. As they sat facing each other, Sophie ordered a lot, and while waiting, kept cracking jokes to amuse Titus.
As the food was served, the restaurant buzzed with commotion. A star-studded entourage headed to the private room, piquing Sophie’s curiosity to crane her neck for a look.
"Wow, seems like Hazel Rhodes! Sister Titus, you wait here, I’ll go get an autograph."
Sophie eagerly stood, yet seeing the woman chatting alongside Hazel, she promptly sat back down, her deanor shifted drastically, sneering disdainfully, "Just a minor celebrity after all."
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