Since Scott Sutton usually presents himself with long hair, it’s easy to recognize him just by looking at the neck upwards.
Phoebe chose a flashy pink wig for him, and Scott Sutton’s fair complexion could carry off the color.
Everything was ready, just waiting for Nolan Hawke to make his appearance.
Audrey Sutton knew that showing Barry Barrett Nolan Hawke’s betrayal firsthand was cruel, but only by doing this could Barry Barrett see Nolan Hawke’s true face and completely give up.
After six in the evening, Nolan Hawke arrived at the bar alone.
He seed to be waiting for soone, so he didn’t go upstairs imdiately but walked to the bar to order a drink.
At this ti, the bar was still quite quiet; the DJ hadn’t started working yet, and the lounge speakers played soft music.
Audrey Sutton contacted Barry Barrett and the others and learned that they were almost there.
Audrey Sutton and Phoebe King discussed briefly and called Scott Sutton to take the stage.
Before Nolan Hawke arrived, Audrey Sutton had forced Scott Sutton to practice walking in high heels at the back. Effort eventually paid off, as Scott Sutton could now walk decently in heels.
Nolan Hawke was 1.8 ters tall, and wearing won’s clothing didn’t make him feel incongruous; instead, he looked like a particularly charismatic fashion supermodel, overshadowing everyone else.
And with this look, not to ntion the store staff, even Hazel Yates wouldn’t recognize her fourth child.
Scott Sutton approached Nolan Hawke and raised his phone screen to show it to the bar staff. The staff didn’t recognize him as their boss but just saw the na of the drink on the phone screen, understanding that it was the drink the custor ordered, and smiled, nodded, then went to prepare the drink.
Physical appearance can be changed, but vocal tone is not easily altered. As soon as Scott Sutton spoke, it would be revealed, so Phoebe King ca up with an idea—pretend to be mute.
Scott Sutton couldn’t use sign language, so Phoebe suggested he type directly on his phone to avoid communication barriers.
Scott Sutton ordered a drink and sat in the seat next to Nolan Hawke. He didn’t take the initiative to strike up a conversation but deliberately struck a pose, seductively flipping his pink long hair before Nolan Hawke, revealing a beautiful shoulder-neck line...
Nolan Hawke was indeed attracted, glanced at Scott Sutton, smiled, and initiated a conversation: "Beautiful lady, you don’t co here often, do you? I’ve never seen you before."
Scott Sutton glanced at him with an aloof deanor, not responding nor reacting.
Such an act of playing hard to get seed to pique Nolan Hawke’s interest more. He said, "Don’t misunderstand , I an no harm."
As he spoke, Nolan Hawke took out a business card from his inner pocket and handed it to Scott Sutton with a gentlemanly grace, saying, "I am a photographer, irresistibly drawn to beautiful things. If you don’t mind, would you leave your contact information? I would love to invite you as my model."
Scott Sutton internally rejected the idea since he’s not interested in n.
Yet, rembering his sister’s request and the sacrifice of dressing in drag, Scott Sutton couldn’t ss up the plan.
Scott Sutton reached for Nolan Hawke’s business card, adopting a socialite deanor, and looked down at the introduction on the card, politely smiling at Nolan Hawke.
Nolan Hawke got the signal from Scott Sutton, feeling Scott Sutton had a good impression of him, so he asked, "May I ask for your beautiful na?"
Scott Sutton took out his phone and typed three words in the phone app, showing Nolan Hawke: Not convenient.
Nolan Hawke chuckled, "You’re quite humorous. So, you are..."
Nolan Hawke pointed to his own mouth as if asking why Scott Sutton couldn’t speak.
Scott Sutton typed back: Congenital speech impairnt.
Nolan Hawke saw the reply and showed a regretful expression: "It’s perplexing, but it seems God compensated you by giving you an angel-like face."
Scott Sutton smiled sweetly, sneaking a peek at Audrey Sutton, who was secretly observing them from not far away.
All for his dear little sister, or why else would he endure such discomfort?
The staff brought a drink in front of Scott Sutton, and he elegantly lifted the glass with a flourish, sipping the drink coyly.
Nolan Hawke kept his eyes on him, leaning toward Scott Sutton, his arm tentatively wrapping around Scott Sutton’s waist: "It’s too noisy downstairs. Let’s go up and have a drink?"
Scott Sutton felt the hand on his waist and truly wanted to give Nolan Hawke a big slap.
With years of working in bars, Scott Sutton had seen n like Nolan Hawke countless tis, but never imagined he would experience such a predicant himself one day.
Honestly, it was pretty disgusting.
Scott Sutton endured, keeping a smile, typing on the phone: I prefer lively places and don’t find it noisy.
Nolan Hawke smiled and nodded, "Alright, I’ll keep you company here. I guess you’re soone who fears loneliness?"
Scott Sutton laughed without speaking, seemingly agreeing with Nolan Hawke’s words, yet actually too tired to deal with this scoundrel’s tactics.
Nolan Hawke shook his glass: "Most people co to bars because they don’t like to be alone, seeking the liveliness of crowds."
Scott Sutton nodded, feeling Nolan Hawke’s hand on his back.
Scott Sutton never dread of being touched by a man, damn it.
He couldn’t take it anymore and threw a glance at Audrey Sutton, as if asking where her friends were, because he couldn’t hold on anymore.
Audrey Sutton mouthed back, "Soon!"
She then quickly walked outside the bar with her phone, waiting for two or three minutes by the roadside until a taxi stopped, and the three roommates stepped off, each dressed beautifully.
"Sutton, what’s the occasion today? You actually invited us for drinks."
Audrey Sutton casually made up an excuse, "Had a fight with my husband; just needed to relieve the tension."
Flora Lane exclaid in surprise, "Oh, is it raining cats and dogs today? Did the Third Young Master have the heart to argue with you?"
"Don’t ntion it, co on in, I’ve ordered the drinks."
Audrey Sutton intentionally walked to Barry Barrett’s side, holding her hand, and while walking into the bar, she looked at Barry Barrett with a worried expression.
Barry Barrett joyfully spoke about drinking tonight and seed unaware of what awaited her.
Because it was still early in the evening, the bar hadn’t reached peak business hours, and the lounge wasn’t crowded.
Most were groups of three to five friends gathered for drinks.
Audrey Sutton, holding Barry Barrett’s hand, walked into the bar and glanced at the pair at the bar.
Nolan Hawke was holding Scott Sutton, whispering intimately in Scott Sutton’s ear.
Seeing this scene, Audrey Sutton felt sorry for her fourth brother.
Audrey Sutton bit her lip, wondering how to remind Barry Barrett to spot Nolan Hawke. But Flora Lane, having sharp eyes, detected it and directly pointed it out, "Bear, is that guy your Brother Hawke over there? Looks like him."
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