The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Nicole glanced at the man outside the
elevator like he was a stranger. The man
finally disappeared from her sight as the
elevator door closed.
When they were in Roman’s flashy sports
car, he finally asked the question that had
been bugging him. “Is this thing worth a
lot of money? Why do the Fergusons
want it so badly?”
Nicole laughed and looked at the box in
her hand. “This thing is a thousand years
old. I heard it came out from a royal
palace and had been the Fergusons’
family heirloom for almost eight hundred
years. Do you think it’s worth a lot?”
Roman’s driving speed obviously slowed
down as he was dumbfounded and

shocked. ‘This is simply priceless! They
auctioned off such a valuable thing? No
wonder Eric Ferguson asked Nicole to
state her price. If Nicole asked for nine
figures, Eric probably won’t even have the
slightest hesitation!’
Nicole’s phone suddenly rang. She looked
at it and saw that it was Grant, so she
happily picked up the call. “Brother, 1
bought a little toy…”
Grant paused on the other side of the
phone and let out a stifled laugh. “I heard
It only costs so little to spite the
Fergusons, huh?”
Nicole could not help but laugh when she
thought about Quinn and Ingrid’s
impending doom. “Anyway, it’s mine now,
so I won’t let go of it easily.”
Grant knew his sister’s temperament. She

she’s happy… It was very sunny the next morning. Nicole went into the office to deal with some work matters. Recently, Samantha Lindt had been glaring at Nicole like she wanted to kill her, but she did not dare to act rashly because Nicole had something over her. Logan knocked on the door to deliver some documents. “Vice President Nicole, the company has begun to investigate Samantha Lindt receiving kickbacks in various projects.”

his move, so President Stanton said that he’d no longer tolerate it.” To remove Micah Zielinski, they must first investigate Samantha Lindt. Samantha probably knew about it by now and that she was powerless. No wonder she did not pester Nicole about being part of the project team with

with you for a meal.” Nicole sneered and leaned back in her chair with her arms clasped. Her gaze was clear and cold. “Say that I’m busy and push it. In the future, just push off any meals with him. You don’t need to ask me anymore.” “Yes, ma’am.” At noon, Nicole was planning to grab

popped out from behind Logan, walked into Nicole’s office angrily, and questioned her. Nicole paused and glanced at Logan, who apologetically