"Sis...you didn’t tell Nicholas where we are..." Sophie Foster said, pouting and holding the bottle with a wronged expression.
"Oh, my mistake, it was my mistake..." Mia Foster kept apologizing and then dialed again.
On the other side, Nicholas Croft was attending a news conference, frowning at the hung-up phone, feeling that the woman’s voice sounded familiar but couldn’t remember where he had heard it. Just as he was puzzled, the phone rang once more.
He glanced at the reporters in front of him, nodded slightly to signal, stood up, and left for the corridor outside to answer the call.
As soon as he swiped to answer, before he could speak, the woman on the other end said directly, "Oh, I forgot to give you the address just now. Lara and I are at the bar..."
Nicholas Croft finally recognized the woman with the obvious drunkenness in her voice. He called Felix Shaw, and both men rushed to the bar at the same time.
In the slow-rocking bar, there was no heavy metal music, and even the gyrating figures on the dance floor seemed languid and alluring.
The two men met at the entrance of the bar and walked in together to look for the girls.
Standing at the entrance, they surveyed the inside briefly and did not see the two women. Thinking for a moment, Nicholas Croft instructed, "You go that way; I’ll look over here..."
Felix had just said "Okay" when he glanced unintentionally into the dance floor and saw in the middle of the dance floor, two women twisting like snakes.
A bunch of guys surrounded them in the center, dancing along and cheering as they clapped.
Felix, with one hand on his waist, rubbed his temple with a headache, feeling embarrassed; his wife was raising her purse high, looking as bold as a lead dancer on a nightclub stage...
And Sophie was not to be outdone, twisting her slim waist like a little vixen.
"Big bro, no need to search; they are right there."
"Where?"
Nicholas had not seen yet, and when he followed the direction Felix pointed, he also frowned helplessly.
Nicholas had long been used to Sophie’s mischief, but how had Mia joined in the fun as well!
Patting Felix on the shoulder, Nicholas teased with a smile, "Buddy, your sister-in-law is really versatile!"
Felix sighed, "Let’s go, let’s take them home."
The two brothers walked into the dance floor, and it took the two tall men warding off the crowd to reach the center. "Mia, it’s time to go home," Felix grabbed Mia Foster’s wrist, while Nicholas simply hoisted Sophie onto his shoulder and slapped her bottom, gritting his teeth and saying, "Little vixen, can’t you be quiet for even one day!"
Sophie didn’t resist; instead, she pouted and said in a wronged tone, "Nicholas, I thought you didn’t want me anymore..."
"Who said I didn’t want you, little vixen, wait and see how I’ll deal with you later!"
Sophie was taken away by Nicholas without much effort, but Felix had a much harder time. When Mia saw Felix in front of her, she curiously asked, "Handsome guy, you look a lot like my husband!"
Felix felt a headache coming on. How much had she drunk that she couldn’t even recognize him? Just as he was about to explain, Mia had already wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Handsome guy... do you want to take me away? Okay... just my husband doesn’t love me... a one-night stand with you will definitely be exciting, giggle..."
"Mia Foster, stop messing around!" Felix frowned and, because of those three words, pulled down the hand wrapped around his neck and grabbed the wrist, walking her out of the dance floor.
"Slow down...where are you taking me..." Mia Foster said, stumbling along behind him with her purse in hand.