The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Chapter 233 Disturbing a Show

Ian had noticed that Nicole’s zipper on the back of her dress was open. The large track of fair skin and her bare shoulders were breathtakingly beautiful.

At first, her long hair was draped behind her, so no one noticed. However, when she flipped her hair earlier, Ian caught this small detail.

Nicole paused in her footsteps and looked back in surprise. Ian was already zipping her dress back up. In the next second, the door to the lounge suddenly opened.

“I’m so sorry, Nicole. I didn’t mean to disturb you while you were making out with Second Young Master Carter.

You guys carry on….”  Nicole immediately knew who it was by listening to the pretentiously sweet voice.

It was Lydia Smith. Nicole coldly swept a glance at Lydia.“ Are you blind? Which eye of yours saw us making out?” Ian let go of Nicole at that moment and let out a cold snort.

“Who is she? Is she blind?” Lydia paused and bit her lower lip before opening the door. She was not the only one standing outside. Eric Ferguson was there as well.

The man’s tall figure completely blocked the light from outside. His aura was cold and quiet, and his dark and sullen eyes were staring straight at the pair in the lounge.

Lydia’s eyes flickered as she glanced at Ian and Nicole. She spoke in a careful voice. “I’m Lydia, Nicole’s younger cousin. I’m really sorry, Nicole. I guess I was mistaken.

assumed that…” She hesitated, putting on a pitiful expression as if she

gaze from the man

you have a lot of experience when it comes to stuff like this, huh?” Nicole

me? Her standards are just too low!’ “Nicole,

clothes. I didn’t expect you to be using this lounge…”

wine on him… However, it was impossible to tell if she did

who interrupted you. Carter, let’s leave… Unless you plan on staying back to watch the show instead?” Ian raised

the door, Lydia eagerly made way for them. However,

was dark. He had no intention to give way. Nicole

Ferguson.” “What did you mean by ‘show’?” Eric’s voice was tinged with coldness. ‘Hah… How dare he play semantics with me? In

sarcastic smile deepened as she glanced

here today, but my dear cousin had a good eye and poured wine on you, Mr. Ferguson, out

to the lounge together if not for the ‘show that’ll follow?” Eric’s expression darkened. His

unpleasant. Lydia naturally would not admit

at Eric in panic. “Of course not. I didn’t do it on purpose!” Her eyes reddened

know that you don’t like me, but you

Is there a need for other people to do that for

not be bothered with Lydia anymore. ‘What a waste of