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Chapter 267 Spend the Night With Me
Upon hearing this, Nathael reached for a cigarette from the pack, put it to his lips, and ignited it, querying in a low voice. “What’s your plan?”
Jimmy chuckled. “What plan could I have? I just hope she stays away.”
Before Nathael could reply. Ericko, who was standing nearby, glanced at him and questioned, “Did you have a fight with Nana?” s
Nathael paused, suddenly conscious of his brother–in–law’s presence.
“No.” Nathael answered, taking a long drag from his cigarette and looking towards Ericko.
Ericko, with a tone of disappointment, said, “I’ve found a new man for her. When are you thinking of ending it with Nana?”
Nathael’s expression turned grave, knowing he could not upset Ericko at this point.
He could only blame himself for the situation, having previously struck Ericko in the face.
Though outwardly polished and composed, Ericko’s vanity was his biggest concern.
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Nathael’s gaze grew stern as he replied icily, “I appreciate your concern, but I have no intentions of that.”
Jimmy’s face brightened slightly, and he smiled, “Okay, I’ll have a big gift for you when you marry my dear
sister!
Ericko gave him a level look and calmly stated, “Don’t jump to conclusions. When did she become your
sister:”
Jimmy’s eyes glinted, and his smile, removing any semblance of aggression, rendered him exceptionally attractive. “She’s as good as a sister to me.”
Ericko chuckled and teased, “Dream on!”
While engrossed in his phone, Leslie, dressed in a high–necked sweater, added coolly, “Jimmy always looks. for shortcuts. Watch him adopt a son without any hassle in the future…
Jimmy burst into laughter, a playful glint appearing on his attractive face. Then, he stuck out his tongue. and cursed, “D’mn!”
Nathael smirked and downed his drink in one swift gulp.
Elsewhere, Sierra hurried into Crimson Grove, dressed in a light yellow skirt.
She was in high spirits, her face adorned with delicate makeup as she weaved through the bustling crowd as if she was searching for someone.
She had caught wind of the incident at the banquet, but regrettably, Maggie had managed to slip away.
Even more disappointing for Sierra was missing the spectacle herself.
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Orson Clocke, a celebrated calligrapher and painter, was a friend of her grandfather, a respected figure in the literary arts. While the Pierces did not match the Clockes‘ influence, they enjoyed a close rapport with
Orson.
At the recent banquet, her grandfather had taken the opportunity to introduce her to Orson, hoping he might someday paint her portrait.
Her grandfather excelled in floral and avian art, whereas Orson was renowned for his landscapes and portraits. Orson’s landscapes fetched high prices at auctions, but his portraits, brimming with a distinct allure, were even more coveted.
The Clockes wielded considerable influence, and winning Orson’s favour was no easy task. Therefore, securing a portrait by him could elevate Sierra’s renown, especially if paired with Cameron’s jewelry, potentially reversing some of their waning trend.
Sierra was hopeful, yet despite her politeness at the banquet, Orson declined, citing his advancing age and dwindling energy.
Her grandfather had cautioned her against rushing: Orson was pursued by many each year, and his declining output meant acquiring his work required patience and effort.
Shaking off these thoughts, Sierra scanned the crowd anew, remembering her initial purpose.
Having just returned to the banquet, Sierra hoped to strike up a conversation with the man Maggie had brought along, only to find they had already left.
Undeterred by his elusive nature, Sierra resolved to track him down.
As she prepared to ask about his whereabouts, a dimly lit photo in her group chat with close friends caught her attention.
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Ah! Mr. Harris and his friends are at Crimson Grovel
After a close look, she realised the man depicted was not the one she sought.
Realising this, she quickly changed into a new outfit, hailed a taxi, and embarked on her quest, hopeful to test her luck.
To her surprise, luck favoured her. Before long, Sierra spotted Nathael lounging on a sofa, cigarette hand, and his shirt collar loose, emanating a strikingly handsome and irresistibly laid–back vibe.
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When she saw him, Sierra’s heart raced, her pulse quickened, and an unfamiliar nervousness washed over her, tinting her cheeks with a blush.
Summoning her courage, she approached with a lifted chin.
Nathael and his companions were deeply engaged in their casual conversation when a captivating figure approached, casting a shadow over him.
Furrowing his brow, Nathael turned his gaze to the newcomer.
With an air of confidence, Sierra coolly met Nathael’s eyes and boldly asked, “How much for a night with you?”
Her question briefly stunned the surrounding crowd in the lively nightclub, plunging the area into an
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unsettling silence.
Nathael narrowed his eyes and fixed his intense stare on Sierra, emanating a dark and dangerous aura.
“Will fifteen thousand suffice?” Sierra retorted, her tone dripping with arrogance.
Unsure of the going rate, she had heard figures ranging from three to four thousand for a night from her friends.
However, she regarded Nathael as exceptional, deserving a higher price.
As he remained silent, Sierra inferred her initial offer was too low and hastily added, “Thirty thousand. Spend the night with me: you won’t regret it.”
The other women present were taken aback, clearly puzzled by the unfolding scene.
Who is this bold woman? Is she in her right mind?
Jimmy smirked mischievously and commented, “Tsk, Nathael is worth thirty thousand for a night, huh? Not a bad deal.”
“Ethan, show her the door!” Nathael ordered sternly, raising his glass.
“Right away.”
As a result, a hefty man with a thick gold chain adorning his neck stepped forward. He was bald, muscular, and formidable, with a menacing tattoo partially visible on his neck.
The noticeable height difference unsettled Sierra, prompting her to instinctively take a step back.
“What are you doing?”
Sierra’s expression soured as she turned back to Nathael, stating firmly, “75 thousand dollars!”
Nathael ignored her and calmly sipped his drink.
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As Ethan moved forward, Sierra became increasingly agitated and snapped, “You’re nothing but a gigolo, so why the act? Consider yourself fortunate that I even bothered with you. Lay a hand on me, and you’ll regret it!”
Before she could finish her outburst, Ethan swiftly closed the distance and, without hesitation, seized Sierra by the collar, lifting her up.
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