"Uncle, you really don't mind Lara?" Sophie Foster crawled out from under the covers, her bare body pressing against Nicholas Croft's chest. "I don't mind," Nicholas pecked her lips. He had the ability and the power, so he didn't care about his wife's family background or past; what he cared about was his own feelings.
Looking at Sophie Foster's playful look, he suddenly remembered something important, "Lara, that day, in the hotel, on our first time, why did you have a hymen?" It was because of the hymen that he dismissed the notion she was Sophie Foster.
"Hehe..." Sophie Foster laughed slyly, "It was a replacement."
Nicholas Croft's eyes narrowed dangerously. He flicked his cigarette into the ashtray and pinched Sophie Foster's chin with his slender fingers, asking with a half-smile, "Was it just to deceive me?"
"Yeah, that was the plan," Sophie nodded with a smile. Nicholas's eyes narrowed again, "What if I wasn't interested in you? Wouldn't all your effort have been wasted?"
