"Ten thousand dollars!"
It was clear how shrewd Nicholas Croft was just from Sophie Foster's tense posture, showing how conflicted she was at this moment. Singing in a nightclub doesn't earn much, so he simply offered a high price. If you want to catch a woman, you have to be willing to pay. Ten thousand dollars is just the price of a bottle of wine, not to mention he enjoyed how this little kitten was itching because of him.
Sophie took a deep breath, abruptly turned around, blinked, and confirmed, "Just to drink with you?"
"Hmm-hmm," worried about scaring the little kitten away, Nicholas Croft didn't dare tease her anymore.
Pretending to be bashful, Sophie sat back down and, smiling sweetly at Nicholas Croft, said, "Actually, I have my principles. I only sing, I don't drink with people. But if you invite me for a drink, that's different. How can I refuse someone as handsome as you, mister?"
