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 her with a

had ever taken

would certainly be the talk of the town if word got

felt guilty and sorry toward Nicole, so he wanted her to at least give

was no longer an obstacle between them, and their misunderstanding had been cleared. After finding out Wendy’s true character, Eric felt even

Nicole raised her eyes to glance sideways at him. She raised her eyebrows and spoke sarcastically, “I’m very picky about making friends. Mr. Ferguson, you don’t meet my standards

body stiffened

hear the

mention friends, Nicole did not even want to

I only hate you so much because of Wendy

lips hooked up into a playful

stiff and gradually

the uncomfortable

he asked Nicole.

it not because of that? I’ve already explained that I have nothing to do with Wendy Quade. Why

raised her eyebrows. The corners of her lips

What an irony!

talk to me about friendship. What do I care? I was the one who donated

she finished her monologue, and there

killed all her passion and affection with his

together with him

even looking at him,

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