The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Nicole snickered from the side and thought, ‘What a great show today! Simply wonderful!’

Only, she was not in the mood to watch this performance any longer.

It was a waste of time to continue watching another second of it.

Nicole looked at Yvette and said, “Let’s go somewhere else. Seeing these irritating fools really affects my mood.“

The only person she did not want to see was Eric Ferguson.

Yvette knew what Nicole was thinking. She was originally regretting her decision of bringing Nicole here, but as soon as she heard Nicole’s proposal, she immediately nodded her head in agreement.

Nicole took her purse, turned on her heels, and strutted out of the venue.

She did not care about all those prying eyes who were watching the drama.

‘They can just keep watching Eric’s performance!’ Nicole thought.

Yvette went to get the car while Nicole waited at the entrance.

Nicole was looking down at her toes. The night breeze was slightly chilly.

Suddenly, she heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps, but she did not turn around.

“Nicole.“ The man’s voice was deep, mellow, and extremely familiar. “Wendy Quade has been punished. I wonder if we can… Be friends?“

and looked at her

the first time that Eric Ferguson had ever taken the

would certainly be the talk of

Nicole, so he wanted her

no longer an obstacle between them, and their misunderstanding had been cleared. After finding

her eyebrows and spoke sarcastically, “I’m very picky about making friends. Mr. Ferguson, you don’t meet my standards of a friend, so

body stiffened for

could hear the rejection

to mention friends, Nicole did not even want to greet him in

me that you think I only hate you so much because of Wendy Quade,

corners of Nicole’s lips hooked up into a

expression became stiff and gradually

suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in

deep as he asked Nicole.

not because of that? I’ve already explained that I have nothing to do with Wendy Quade. Why am I worthless to her? Is there not even a

eyebrows. The corners of her lips still had

What an irony!

What do I care? I was the one who donated blood. I was the one who was slandered and defamed. I was the one who wasted three

she finished her monologue, and there was a chill in the bottom

Ferguson was the one who killed all her

wants me to feel grateful to him and get back together with him

turned around without even looking at him, then strutted away

stood there frozen in place. He could feel a bone- seeping chill from