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?“

looked at

first time that Eric Ferguson had ever taken the initiative to make friends with a

certainly be the talk of the town

so he wanted her to at least

an obstacle between them, and their misunderstanding had been cleared. After finding out Wendy’s true character, Eric felt even more ashamed and

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

stiffened for a

the

not

don’t tell me that you think I only hate you so much because

of Nicole’s lips hooked up into a

stiff and gradually

the uncomfortable feeling in

he asked Nicole. “ What do

that? I’ve already explained that I have nothing to do with Wendy Quade. Why am

raised her eyebrows. The corners of her lips still had a cold

What an irony!

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 who was slandered and defamed. I was the one who wasted three years of my youth! Why am I obliged to bear the consequences of all this for you? Don’t you find it repulsive? Between us,

monologue, and there was a chill in the bottom of

was the one who killed all her passion and affection

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

turned around without even looking at him, then strutted

in place. He could