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.

I have something to

he was sure that she would not take

not explain this

were standing guard and jumped down from an inconspicuous

he would have been found out even if he did not die from jumping down from that high

in time and saved

helpless look,

cold intent in her eyes, but she still smiled

don’t even go through

What roguish behavior!

looked at her with

to you,

him with a smirk. She wanted to see what kind of nonsense this bastard would come

tongue, but

sorry for what

“What’s there to be

not to know. Eric frowned. “You don’t

should I know about? Oh, my phone was broken. Did

Nicole blinked and smiled.