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 someone 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 amusement, he exhaled the smoke, "How do you know I'm someone important? Are you a fortune teller?"
Speaking of this, Sophie Foster suddenly became earnest, "Handsome Uncle, don't deny it. Let's stick to the facts. Let me clarify, I'm not forcing you to give me a tip."
