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?“

to Nicole’s side and looked at

that Eric Ferguson had ever taken the initiative to make friends

be the talk of

wanted her to

had been cleared. After finding out Wendy’s true character, Eric felt even

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

stiffened for a

the rejection in Nicole’s

Nicole did not even want to greet him in

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

hooked

stiff and

the uncomfortable feeling in his

cold and deep as he asked Nicole. “ What

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

eyebrows. The corners of her

What an irony!

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, it has never been about Wendy Quade,

faded by the time she finished her monologue, and there was a chill in the

was the one who killed all her passion and affection with

get back together with him just because he said he had nothing to

turned around without even looking at him, then strutted away

frozen in place. He could feel a bone- seeping