The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Pretty, Give Me a chance Nicole suddenly froze at Yvette’s words. Yvette came next to Nicole and explained in a whisper, “These people are no match for that guy. Just rest assured and give him a chance to perform!” Nicole frowned Not even a minute later, the situation reversed. Those colorful-haired hooligans screamed miserably.

Some fled while some yelled to call the police Nicole said, “Is it their first day in the gang? Why would they call the police?” Yvette also looked at those hooligans with disgust. “These gangsters just get weaker by the year.

How can such wimps be in a gang?” Clayton still looked gentle and elegant, but his clothes were a bit messy, so he looked a bit more cold and unrestrained.

Yvette waved her hand, “Hey handsome, you’re not hurt, right? Clayton smiled implicitly. “No.” He loolwd at Nicole, picked up the phone that was thrown on the ground, and handed it to her “Your phone is broken. I’ll buy you a new one.” Nicole took over her phone.

alright, Mr. Sloan, you’ve helped me enough today. Thank you.” 14 Nicole had a spare phone in the Stanton Mansion, so even without this phone, there was no need to buy a

illuminating his muscular forearms and firm torso, He looked very different from his usual refined and gentle appearance At this time, his gentis eyes were rippling with warmth and delight, dispelling the cold and ushering in the light I was fortunate enough to hear the song that you picked, Ms.

it that I almost couldn’t make it in time to send you off.” Nicole asked, “When did you come to the

ruined Had I Innown that there were acquaintances here.. Sigh…! Clayton’s smile deepened as he reached out to point to a car parked not far away, “TH send you ladies home.” Nicole subconsciously wanted to refuse. Clayton looked at Yvette, who was next to Nicole. “Hey pretty, give me a chance?” Yvette raised an eyebrow and

car, she told Clayton her home address, intending to give Clayton and Nicole some time alone later. Clayton looked at Yvette with gratitude. His big hands held the steering wheel as he smiled and answered Yvette’s various tricky questions Yvette’s affinity for

Nicole replied. [You’re familiar with him too. He’s Lil Michael’s Dad.) Yvette could not hold back her foul mouth for a moment. “F*ck!” The atmosphere in the car froze for a moment. Yvette hurriedly changed the subject. “Mr. Sloan, thank goodness you’re there just