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?“

Nicole’s side and looked

Eric Ferguson had ever taken the initiative to make friends

of

he wanted her to

their misunderstanding had been cleared. After finding out Wendy’s true character,

raised her eyes to glance sideways at him. She raised her eyebrows and spoke sarcastically, “I’m very picky about making friends. Mr. Ferguson,

body stiffened

hear the rejection

not even want to greet him in

me that you think I only hate you so much because of Wendy Quade, right?

of Nicole’s lips hooked up into a playful

became stiff

suppressed the uncomfortable feeling

cold and deep as he asked Nicole. “ What do

it 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 a chance

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

What an irony!

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

monologue, and there was a chill in the

the one who killed all her passion and affection

back together with him just because

turned around without even looking at him, then strutted away in

there frozen in place. He could