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 her

had ever taken the initiative to make friends with a

the talk of the town if

wanted her to at least give him a

them, and their misunderstanding had been cleared. After

spoke sarcastically, “I’m very picky about making

stiffened

could hear the rejection in Nicole’s

not even want

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

Nicole’s lips hooked up into

expression became stiff and gradually

uncomfortable feeling in

cold and deep as he asked Nicole.

not because of that? I’ve already explained that I have nothing to do with Wendy Quade. Why am I worthless to her? Is there not even

corners of her

What an irony!

honest, I think 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 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?

by the time she finished her monologue, and

who killed all her passion and affection with his

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

looking at him,

there frozen in place. He could feel