The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

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

the things ready?” The waiter trembled. “T-That drug has been put into the wine…“ “Good.“ Samantha hooked her lips in satisfaction. The waiter

mistaken, that lady is President Eric Ferguson’s ex-wife, right?” “Mm, you’re right. That’s her.” “How does Mr. Zeller dare to make a move on President Ferguson’s ex-wife. Is

explicitly for fear of getting into trouble, but he felt extremely remorseful a t this moment.” “She’s merely an ex-wife, so how much would she matter to

that relies on other men to get to the top, so why would Eric Ferguson spare a look at her? Since she’s sleeping her way to the top, it’s all the same whoever she sleeps with anyway, so why not Mr. Zeller?” The waiter buried his head very

this matter gets out, I’ll make you regret it!“ Samantha stomped to the bathroom on her high heels to fix her makeup without noticing a tall and well-built

“Huh? Mr. Ferguson?” Anyone who came in and out of this private club was rich and famous, so the waiters here went through the basic training of recognizing the elites.

but Eric Ferguson was on a whole other level. Eric turned around and left, exuding a penetrating chill. ln Private Room 3888. Chairman

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