The ringtone went on for a long time before someone answered, seemingly unaware of the caller ID, speaking in an official tone, "Hello, who is this? Please state your business."
"Nicholas, what's going on between you and Beatrice?" Standing by the window, Henry Hargrave looked out, his brows furrowed with gloom. If it were anyone else whose daughter was proposed to, it would certainly be a joyous occasion. But for the Hargrave Family, it felt more like a disaster.
Nicholas Croft stood in the dressing room, waiting for Beatrice Hargrave to change clothes. Just then, she'd just taken off her stage costume, wearing only a pair of shorts with pasties on top.
Her slender waist and curvy hips, from the side the view of her two peaks was also quite full. Imagining the touch in his palm, Nicholas Croft's eyes darkened, yet his voice on the phone remained cold.
