The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Nicole was just about to open her mouth to shout for her third brother and was prepared to kiss the ground when her wheelchair suddenly stopped falling thirty centimeters away from the ground.

It seemed that someone grabbed the wheelchair behind her. Immediately after, the man’s strong and sturdy arms reached over and picked her up along with the wheelchair. Nicole did not look up. She could smell the fragrance of smoke and felt a sullen chill.

Nicole knew without thinking that the man was not from the Stanton Mansion because no one would dare to surprise her like that.

Immediately after, Nicole was placed on the flat ground on the side, and the wheelchair was placed properly and smoothly.

Nicole then saw the calm face that suddenly seemed magnified in front of her eyes.

Eric Ferguson.

’Was he so impatient from waiting outside that he can’t resist barging in?’

The butler and bodyguard at the door saw him running in and had already chased him over.

“Miss…”

Nicole raised her hand. The butler understood her signal and led the others to retreat.

Eric’s eyes were completely bloodshot. His complexion was awful, and the faint smell of smoke on him added to his haggardness.

He bent his knees, squatted in front of her, with one knee on the ground.

something to say to

he was outside and waited until now, he was sure

that. If he did not explain this matter to her clearly, things

servants that were standing guard and jumped down

he would have been found out even if he

and

helpless look, Eric

her eyes, but she

don’t even go

What roguish behavior!

pursed his lips and looked

you,

at him with a smirk. She wanted to see what kind of

words were on the tip of his tongue, but Eric did

for

eyebrows. “What’s there to

not to know. Eric frowned.

Oh, my phone was broken. Did

Nicole blinked and smiled.