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?“

walked to Nicole’s side and looked at her with a

Eric Ferguson had ever taken the initiative

talk of the town if

Nicole, so he wanted her to at least give him

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

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 of

body stiffened

the rejection

not

much because of Wendy Quade, right? That without her, I’ll accept

of Nicole’s lips hooked up

expression became stiff

the uncomfortable feeling in his

deep as he asked Nicole. “ What do you

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

eyebrows. The corners of her lips still had a cold

What an irony!

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

monologue, and there

who killed all her passion and affection with his

and get back together with him just because he said

without even looking at him, then strutted away in her

in place. He could