Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1072 - 1068: Isn’t It a Bit Late to Dig Up the Past After Three Years?

The next day, Beatrice Hargrave entered the recording studio while Nicholas Croft was busy with something important.

In the evening, he made an appointment to meet a few brothers at the club and specifically advised over the phone not to bring any family members.

In the private room, after listening to Nicholas Croft’s intentions, Evander Lancaster couldn’t help but laugh, "Big brother, it’s been three years, isn’t it a bit late to think about settling old scores?"

The man, accustomed to freedom, unlike the other three who leaned back on the sofa, dangled his long legs and propped his rear on the card table, holding a deck of cards and shuffling them, looking carefree and laid-back.

Nicholas Croft lifted his gaze, his usually gentle handsome face showing seriousness, "It’s not too late; even if it’s ten years, as long as he has harmed Lara, I will never let him off!"

Evander Lancaster shook his head and sighed, lowering his gaze to continue shuffling the cards in his hand, "Big brother, if three years ago you had figured out the whole story first, would you have been so ruthless to little Sophie?"

Nicholas Croft didn’t argue when Evander Lancaster pointed out his flaws; he stretched out his hand to get a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out and put it on his lips. When he picked up the platinum lighter, his movements paused for a moment. Once, Sophie Foster had fiddled endlessly with this lighter, exclaiming exaggeratedly, "Wow, a platinum lighter! Typical of the wealthy!"

Nathan Moore leaned back on the sofa, his long legs elegantly crossed, hands clasped in front of his chest, looking off in a direction with thoughts that had long drifted away.

Yesterday morning, Titus Zane left T City, without even bidding farewell, and he wondered whether she would ever return... but no matter where she flew this time, he would not let her leave again.

His obsidian eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of resolve passing through them.

Among the men, Felix Shaw was the most complacent, having brought Mia Foster back and holding the company’s reins tightly; he leaned forward slightly to press the cigarette butt into the ashtray, smilingly saying, "Big brother, just let me know how you want to deal with that kid; I’m ready anytime."

After Felix Shaw spoke, Nathan Moore glanced over indifferently, "Big brother, don’t you find the incident three years ago rather odd?"

Nicholas Croft lifted his gaze, exhaling smoke before asking coolly, "Which incident?"

Nathan Moore, hands crossed in front of him, leaned lazily against the sofa, speaking unhurriedly, "Big brother, do you remember, three years ago, after little Sophie disappeared, the eldest son of the Thornton Family was caught cheating at the casino and had his finger chopped off..."

"You mean?" Nicholas Croft’s hand, holding the cigarette up to his lips, paused, his dark eyes alert as he looked at Nathan Moore.

Nathan Moore also leaned forward, casually grabbing the cigarette pack from the low table, continuing nonchalantly, "Big brother, this might have made sense without the incident with little Sophie, but did you ever consider, all these years in T City, everyone’s known the eldest Thornton son is lecherous, but who ever heard he had a gambling habit? For businessmen, gambling is the worst vice, regardless of your wealth, you could lose it all in one night."

As Nathan Moore finished speaking, Nicholas Croft took a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as if considering something, while Felix Shaw expressed surprise, "Second brother, are you suggesting... someone avenged little Sophie?"

"Heh," Nathan Moore gave Felix Shaw a cool glance, sneering without further comment. The evidence was clear; they just hadn’t bothered to connect the dots.

Sophie Foster went missing, and soon the Hargrave family had a new daughter, the same age and bearing a resemblance to Sophie Foster... Going back three years, with Henry Hargrave’s resources, orchestrating a plot to defend his daughter was no difficult task.