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

Eric Ferguson had ever taken

talk of the town if word

so he wanted her to at least give him

cleared. After finding out Wendy’s true character,

Nicole raised her eyes to glance sideways at him. She raised her eyebrows and spoke sarcastically, “I’m very picky about making friends.

stiffened for

hear the rejection

friends, Nicole did not even

hate you so much because of Wendy Quade, right? That without her, I’ll

corners of Nicole’s lips hooked

stiff and gradually

the uncomfortable feeling in

cold and deep as he asked Nicole. “ What do you

to do with Wendy Quade. Why am I worthless to her? Is there not even a

eyebrows. The corners of her lips

What an irony!

that you’re a horrible person. While you were married, you didn’t hesitate to hurt your wife in exchange for someone else’s girlfriend’s happiness. How did you even manage to do that? Is it just to show your high morals? Don’t even talk to me about friendship. What do I care? I was the one who donated blood. I was the one

finished her monologue, and

one who killed all

wants me to feel grateful to him and get back together with him just because he said he had nothing to do with Wendy Quade?

around without even looking at him, then strutted away in

could feel