The Deserted Rich Beauty

Both Mr.Zeller and Samantha Lindt were shaken when they heard Nicole's words.

Mr.Zeller suddenly smiled widely, picked up the bottle of red wine next to him, and poured a glass for Nicole.

"Ms.Nicole, since it's a negotiation, I came with my sincerity.Why don't you take a look at this document? As long as you sign it, I won't treat you badly."

Mr.Zeller took a file from his bag.

The content was similar to the contract Nicole was holding, but the figure was another ten percent lower than the one Samantha had set Samantha looked at them and quickly advised her. Nicole, what's the point of you only relying on Grant Stanton? You’ d be better off getting a few more backers.

Think about it, Grant clearly wants to do you harm because he just left you in this position without even guiding you.

He probably won't marry you either. Nicole did not care for Samantha's sowing of dissension because she probably thought that they were lovers.

‘Is she trying to poach me?’

 "Look at the clothes you're wearing.They don’t even have a brand.Did you buy them off those online catalogs? How do you get to and from work? A taxi?"

Samantha looked askance at Nicole's brandless getup and tugged on her Chanel suit, as she pursed her lips and smiled.

"To be honest, I've been in your shoes.You won't lose out if you follow Mr.Zeller.He prepared a secondhand Audi for you.With Mr.Zeller's help on the project, you'll be able to sit firmly in your position…”

Seeing that Nicole was silent and in deep thought, Samantha thought that she was moved and winked at Mr.Zeller contentedly.

She then stood up wobbly and said, "I' m going to the bathroom.You guys can continue the talk"

Once Samantha went out of the room, her eyes looked sharp.

She saw a familiar person sneaking around the bathroom entrance and yanked him over.

"Are the things ready?"

The waiter trembled.

been put

"Good."

her lips in

bit

mistaken, that lady is President Eric Ferguson's ex-wife,

"Mm, you're right.That's her.”

make a move on President Ferguson's ex-wife...Is

waiter did not dare to say it explicitly for fear of

top, so why would Eric Ferguson spare a look at her? Since she's sleeping her way to the top, it's all the same whoever she sleeps with anyway, so

waiter buried his

back to work then.’

lost.If this matter gets out,

fix her makeup without noticing a tall and

face turned cold

and intimidating as he pulled over

room is

"Huh? Mr.Ferguson?"

and famous, so the waiters here went through the basic training of recognizing

was scared senseless that his face turned

"Tell me!"

"A-At r-room 3888."

stammered subconsciously

not afford to mess with Chairman Zeller,

left,

In Private Room 3888.

Zeller smiled lewdly as he reached out to

did not manage

picked up the wine glass and gently swirled the wine in it with her long slender fingers that looked like a

middle-aged man took out an old car key from

at the car key for a long time and suddenly laughed