Chapter 267: Spend the Night With Me

Upon hearing this, Nathael took a cigarette from his pack, lit it, and asked in a low voice, "What's your plan?" Jimmy chuckled. "What plan? I just hope she stays away."

Before Nathael could reply, Ericko, standing nearby, glanced at him and asked, "Did you have a fight with Nana?"

Nathael paused, suddenly aware of his brother-in-law's presence.

"No," Nathael answered, taking a long drag from his cigarette and looking at Ericko.

Ericko, disappointed, said, "I've found a new man for her. When are you thinking of ending things with Nana?"

Nathael's expression grew serious, knowing he couldn't upset Ericko. He could only blame himself for the situation, having previously punched Ericko in the face. Ericko, though outwardly polished, was vain; this was Nathael's biggest concern, and now he faced the repercussions.

Nathael's gaze hardened as he replied icily, "I appreciate your concern, but I have no intention of doing so."

Jimmy's face brightened. He smiled, "Okay, I'll get you a big gift when you marry my dear sister!"

Ericko looked at him levelly and calmly stated, "Don't jump to conclusions. When did she become your sister?"

Jimmy's eyes glinted. His smile, devoid of aggression, made him exceptionally attractive. "She's as good as a sister to me."

Ericko chuckled. "Dream on!"

Engrossed in her phone, Leslie, wearing 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 in his attractive eyes. He stuck out his tongue and cursed, "Damn!"

Nathael smirked and finished his drink in one gulp.

Elsewhere, Sierra hurried into Crimson Grove, wearing a light yellow skirt. She was in high spirits, her face delicately made up, as she weaved through the crowd, searching for someone. She'd heard about the incident at the banquet, but Maggie had slipped away. Even more disappointing, Sierra had missed the spectacle.

Chapter 267: Spend the Night With Me (Continued)

Orson Cloke, a celebrated calligrapher and painter, was a friend of her grandfather, a respected figure in the literary arts. While the Pierces weren't as influential as the Clokes, they enjoyed a close relationship with Orson. At the recent banquet, her grandfather had introduced her to Orson, hoping he might paint her portrait. Her grandfather excelled at floral and avian art, while Orson was renowned for his landscapes and portraits. Orson's landscapes fetched high prices, but his portraits, with their distinct allure, were even more coveted.

The Clokes were highly influential, and winning Orson's favor wasn't easy. A portrait by him could significantly elevate Sierra's reputation, especially paired with Cameron's jewelry, potentially reversing their declining popularity.

Sierra was hopeful, but despite her politeness at the banquet, Orson declined, citing his age and declining energy. Her grandfather had warned her against rushing; Orson was pursued by many, and his reduced output meant acquiring his work required patience.

Shaking off these thoughts, Sierra scanned the crowd, remembering her original purpose. She'd returned to the banquet hoping to speak with the man Maggie had brought, only to find they had left. Undeterred, Sierra resolved to find him.

As she was about to ask about his whereabouts, a dimly lit photo in her group chat caught her attention. "Ah! Mr. Harris and his friends are at Crimson Grove!" After a closer look, she realized the man wasn't the one she sought.

She quickly changed clothes, hailed a taxi, and continued her search. To her surprise, she soon spotted Nathael lounging on a sofa, cigarette in hand, his shirt collar loose—strikingly handsome and irresistibly relaxed.

Sierra's heart raced; an unfamiliar nervousness flushed her cheeks. Summoning her courage, she approached with her chin lifted.

Nathael and his companions were deep in conversation when Sierra approached, casting a shadow over him. Furrowing his brow, Nathael looked up.

With confidence, Sierra met Nathael's gaze and boldly asked, "How much for a night with you?"

Her question stunned the lively nightclub, plunging the area into silence.

Nathael narrowed his eyes, his stare intense and dangerous.

"Will fifteen thousand suffice?" Sierra retorted, her tone arrogant. Unsure of the going rate (she'd heard figures ranging from three to four thousand from her friends), she considered Nathael exceptional, deserving more.

As he remained silent, she inferred her offer was too low and added hastily, "Thirty thousand. Spend the night with me; you won't regret it."

The other women were stunned. Who is this bold woman? Is she in her right mind?

Jimmy smirked. "Tsk, Nathael is worth thirty thousand a night, huh? Not a bad deal."

"Ethan, show her the door!" Nathael ordered sternly, raising his glass.

"Right away."

A large man with a thick gold chain, bald head, muscles, and a visible neck tattoo stepped forward. The height difference unsettled Sierra; she took a step back.

"What are you doing?"

Sierra's expression hardened. Turning back to Nathael, she stated firmly, "Seventy-five thousand dollars!"

Nathael ignored her and sipped his drink.

As Ethan approached, Sierra grew agitated. "You're nothing but a gigolo, so why the act? Consider yourself lucky I even bothered with you. Lay a hand on me, and you'll regret it!"

Before she finished, Ethan grabbed her by the collar and lifted her.

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