Chapter 141, Along with the Heart’s Intent (2000+)

Chapter 141: 141, Along with the Heart’s Intent (2000+),"Thank you, Director Croft." Beatrice Hargrave picked up the juice, cradling the glass with both hands and took a sip through the straw, her movements graceful and ladylike, clearly the behavior of someone well taught.

Nicholas Croft slightly lowered his head, thinking to himself, the daughter of the Hargrave Family, how could she lack manners?

Before he could speak, Beatrice Hargrave had already put down her juice and looked at Nicholas Croft curiously to ask.

"May I know what Director Croft has invited me here for?"

Nicholas Croft looked up, his authoritative handsome face was unexpectedly gentle in front of Beatrice Hargrave.

The curve of his lips softening his dark eyes.

"Your father and I have been family friends for generations, no need to be so formal and polite."

"Alright, then I’ll call you Uncle Croft from now on, is that okay?" Beatrice Hargrave widened her clear eyes, seeming to wait for Nicholas Croft’s response.

Nicholas Croft was startled, reminded of the affectionate yet teasing voice from his memory, "Uncle Crofty"...

On the other side, Nathan Moore, who had been sipping red wine, narrowed his obsidian eyes tighter, as if trying to see through the girl in front of him.

"Is that okay?" Not getting an answer, Beatrice Hargrave asked again.

"Okay." Nicholas Croft smiled, his heart unclear whether he felt joy or loss.

Once upon a time, Sophie Foster also liked calling him "Uncle Crofty," different pronunciation, but the same address.

"So, Uncle Croft, what did you want to discuss with me today?" Beatrice Hargrave got back to the matter at hand.

"Have you ever thought about entering the film and television industry?" Nicholas Croft sat on the sofa, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his long legs, fingers interlocked in a friendly posture.

"That..." Beatrice Hargrave turned to glance at her assistant, then picked up her juice, slowly sipping it while thinking.

"What do you think?" For the first time in his life, Nicholas Croft showed his eagerness, asking hurriedly before Beatrice Hargrave could respond.

Beatrice Hargrave put down her juice and said with a smile, "Father says the entertainment industry is a dye vat and not quite suitable for me, so," she paused, then continued under Nicholas Croft’s anxious gaze, "I might as well just be an honest singer."

Nicholas Croft...

Couldn’t lure the young girl into his company, inevitably feeling regret.

Before he could try persuading her further, Beatrice Hargrave had already stood up, smiling politely, "Uncle Croft, it’s getting late, I should go back or my father will worry."

"Okay." Another monosyllabic response, a man in his thirties, of course, would not trouble a girl a generation younger than himself.

After nodding to Nathan, Beatrice Hargrave left the private room accompanied by her assistant.

A twenty-year-old girl, still green and restrained.

"Nathan, what do you think..." The moment the door of the private room closed, the smile vanished from Nicholas Croft’s face, replaced by a serious expression as he turned to his brother who had been quietly observing from a corner.

"What do you think?" Nathan Moore, holding a glass of red wine, replied with a question instead of an answer.

Nicholas Croft frowned slightly, his gaze slightly downcast in hesitation.

"I don’t know,"

"Oh?"

"I can’t explain it," Nicholas Croft’s brows tightened into a furrow, "even though I know she’s Uncle Hargrave’s daughter, a voice tells me she is Sophie!"

"Then just follow your heart." Nathan Moore took a sip of red wine, his obsidian eyes gazing into the distance, slightly narrowed.

"What do you mean?" Nicholas Croft looked up, and Nathan Moore retracted his gaze, his eyes clear and bright.

Holding the wine glass to his chest, "Sometimes this here," he pointed to his chest, "sees people more accurately than the eyes."

Nicholas Croft’s eyes lit up, a hint of surprise showing, "Are you saying..."

"I didn’t say anything." Nathan Moore drew back his gaze coquettishly, then finished the last bit of red wine in one go, put down the tall glass, and stood up.

"It’s getting late, I need to go rest. I have to catch an early flight tomorrow."

As he reached the door, Nathan Moore raised his hand, waving behind him, "No need to see me out."

After speaking, he paused because that gesture seemed like something Titus Zane used to do to him.

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"What’s wrong? Nathan!" Feeling that something was off with Nathan Moore, Nicholas Croft turned his gaze to him.

Nathan Moore turned around, his thin lips slightly curled, masking the trace of surprise at the bottom of his heart very well.

"I just wanted to remind you, if you like someone, go after them. Don’t wait until it’s too late and regret it desperately."

Nicholas Croft’s eyebrows rose playfully, "Are you speaking from your own experience by any chance?"

"Think whatever you want." Rarely, Nathan Moore didn’t argue, turned around, pulled open the door, and swiftly left.

A woman’s face flashed into his mind; her every frown and smile carried a touch of the vicissitudes of life, familiar yet somewhat strange...

Standing by the street, Sophie Foster looked around in all directions.

She hesitated whether to continue wandering around or to go back to the hotel to rest.

Behind her, the doorman’s voice rang out.

"Have a good day, sir. We hope to see you again."

Driven by human curiosity, Sophie instinctively turned her head back to glance, and just that one glance...

Locked her gaze and she could not look away.

Under the neon lights, the man’s figure was tall and broad, even more stylish than the models on the screen.

Dressed casually yet fashionably, the black trousers were well-tailored but seemed slightly short, exposing a small section of his ankle, making the man’s legs appear even longer.

That face...

A masterpiece carved by divine hands, with deep-set eyes and a prominent nose bridge, especially those slightly pursed thin lips, as sharp as a knife, and that sexy Adam’s apple, along with an exposed chest that was robust and enchanting...

Sophie watched, utterly enthralled, her hands tightly clasped in front of her not concealing her infatuation with the beautiful man.

Nathan Moore glanced over indifferently, used to such enamored behavior.

An exceptional man, wherever he went, would attract adoring gazes.

Looking around, he took long strides down the mere three steps, took out his phone from his trousers pocket, and made a call.

Standing by the roadside, in less than two minutes, a sleek black luxury car stopped in front of him.

As he pulled open the door to the back seat and was about to bend down and get in, a woman’s voice sounded from behind.

"Sir, wait a moment!"

Sophie ran over.

Nathan Moore’s movement into the car paused, and he turned his head, expressionless.

"What’s the matter?"

Sophie hesitated, her steps also stopping, frozen by the coldness emanating from the man before her.

That day, when he was protecting carry, there was obvious concern on his handsome face, but now...

Did she really make the man so tired of her?

Seeing that Sophie didn’t speak, Nathan Moore leaned into the luxury car, about to close the door, only to have Sophie reach out and stop it.

"Sir, please wait a moment, I have something to say to you."

"I’m sorry, but I don’t know you!"

"I don’t know you," hurts more than being unfamiliar. Pushing down the discomfort and jealousy in her heart, Sophie forced a smile, blinked, and said, "But you know carry, right?"

Hearing this unfamiliar name, Nathan Moore’s handsome brows furrowed deeper, but his gentlemanly demeanor prevailed despite his impatience, replying politely.

"Miss, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else, and this carry you’re speaking of, I don’t know them either."

As he spoke, Nathan Moore was about to close the car door, but Sophie became anxious and reached out to block it.

"How can that be? Weren’t you the one protecting her when Mr. Tang’s wife came to catch the cheater that day?"