<h4>Chapter 731: Chapter 731: My Name Is Softy</h4>


    The dim lighting cast a shadow over his demonically handsome face.


    His slender eyes werezily half-squinted, the gleam within capturing souls.


    A breathtakingly beautiful face.


    Even some of the friends who were used to ying the field would be stunned for a few seconds seeing him like this.


    One person, having just lost at a drinking game, sneakily embraced the woman beside him, feeding her half of the wine from his mouth. He pinched her chin, turning it from side to side, then nced at Matthew Saxon and remarked with a tsk, "No wonder Matthew didn’t bother to call a femalepanion. Look around, who could possibly look better than him? Even if he did call someone over, it’d be the other person getting the advantage."


    This teasingment elicitedughter from the other young masters of noble families.


    "That won’t do, we agreed to let Matthew fully enjoy himself tonight. No matter what, we should find someone he’s happy with to keep himpany." One person, holding the woman beside him, poured wine into her mouth.


    The woman next to him was evidently drunk, her face as red as a boiled shrimp. She feebly pushed him away a couple of times, but the man easily caught her, pinched her chin, and forced half a cup of wine down her throat regardless of whether she could handle it.


    The woman shook her head in difort, spilling wine everywhere.


    Someone nearbyughed, "Easton, you don’t know how to be gentle; she’s already drunk, why force her to drink more?"


    The man named Easton smirked, pushing the woman aside who was drunk out of her mind, frowning with disinterest, "Can’t hold her liquor, only two cups and she’s out."


    He showed no sign of gentleness as he pushed the woman aside, then tossed his ss onto the table and carelessly lounged back on the sofa, ncing sideways at Matthew Saxon, "Matthew, I heard a new girl just arrived at Darknight City today. She’s pure as theye. Would you like me to have the Boss bring her over for you?"


    "Oh, a neer?" As soon as the others heard about a neer, they were all intrigued, saying, "Why didn’t you say so earlier, quickly have her brought over for everyone to check out."


    Easton raised his chin, "I’m telling you now, she’s for Matthew. Nobody else should even think about it tonight."


    Saying this, he pressed the service button on the table.


    Immediately, a server entered, looking extremely respectful.


    Easton drawled, "Go, bring the neer here."


    The server didn’t dare dy for even a second, and as soon as he received the order, he left promptly.


    Within a few minutes, he brought in a girl in a white dress, with long hair draped over her shoulders.


    He pushed the girl in front of the group of young masters, "Softy, take good care of the Young Masters."


    The girl’s figure was delicate and slender, and in the oversized white dress, she seemed a bit out of ce, adding to her frail impression.


    Her ck hairy silkily over her shoulders, glossy and shining like satin.


    "Good evening, Young Masters, my name is Softy. I am honored to be at your service," the girl’s voice was soft and tender, sounding very gentle.


    Someoneughed, "Softy, that name suits you. Called Softy, you look soft, your voice is soft too, let’s see if your face is just as softly beautiful."


    After saying that, he demanded, "Lift your head and let us all see."


    Softypliantly lifted her head; she seemed a bit nervous, with her hands tightly sped in front of her.