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.

today. Thank you.” 14 Nicole had a spare phone in the Stanton Mansion, so even without

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. Stanton.

almost couldn’t make it in time to send you off.” Nicole asked, “When did you come to the bar?” “I was already there when

moment Nicole went in, she was like a parvenu flaunting her wealth to the fullest. Oh no… My noble, cool, elegant, and beautiful goddess-Iike the image is 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

Yvette a blank look and helplessly followed. As soon as Yvette got into the 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

Dad.) Yvette could not hold back her foul