The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Chapter 32

Both Mr. Zeller and Samantha Lindt were
shaken when they heard Nicole’s words.
Mr. Zeller suddenly smiled widely, picked
up the bottle of red wine next to him, and
poured a glass for Nicole.
“Ms. Nicole. since it’s a negotiation, I
came with my sincerity. Why don’t you
take a look at this document?

As long as
you sign it, I won’t treat you badly.”
Mr. Zeller took a file from his bag. The
content was similar to the contract
Nicole was holding, but the figure was
another ten percent lower than the one
Samantha had set.
Samantha looked at them and quickly
advised her. “Nicole, what’s the point of
you only relying on Grant Stanton? You’d be better” oll qetlinq a lew more barrlur-rs
Think about it.

Grant clearly wants to do you harm because he |ust lelt you in nil‘; position without even guiding you He probably won’t marry you either…‘ Nicole did not care for Samantha’s sowing of dissension because she probably thought that they were lovers
‘Is she trying to poach me?‘
“Look at the clothes you’re wearing. Thev
don’t even have a brand. Did you buy
them off those online catalogs?

How do
you get to and from work? A taxi?”
Samantha looked askance at Nicole’s
brandless getup and tugged on her
Chanel suit, as she pursed her lips and
smiled.
“To be honest, I’ve been in your shoes.
You won’t lose out if you follow Mr. Zeller.

He prepared a secondhand Audi for you
With Mr. Zeller’s help on the project, you’ll
be able to sit firmly in your position. ”
Seeing that Nicole was silent and in deep
thought, Samantha thought that she was

moved and winked at Mr. Zeller
contentedly. She then stood up wobbly
and said, “I’m going to the bathroom. You
guys can continue the talk.‘

familiar person sneaking around the bathroom entrance and yanked him over. “Are the things ready?” The waiter trembled. “T-That drug has been put into

President Eric Ferguson’s ex-wife, right?” “Mm, you’re right. That’s her.” “How does Mr. Zeller dare to make

felt extremely remorseful a t this moment.” “She’s

her? Since she’s sleeping her way to the top, it’s all the same whoever

you regret it!“ Samantha stomped to the bathroom on her high heels to fix her makeup without noticing a

standing stiffly on the other side of the
corridor.
Eric Ferguson’s face turned cold and
glum. His eyes were stern and
intimidating as he pulled over a waiter
nearby.

famous, so the waiters here went through the basic training of recognizing the elites. That waiter immediately

3888.” The waiter stammered subconsciously. He could not afford to mess with Chairman Zeller, but Eric Ferguson was on a whole other level. Eric turned around and left, exuding a penetrating chill. ln Private

did not manage to touch her. Nicole picked up the wine glass

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