The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress chapter 30

Early morning.

Nicole opened her eyes in the warm morning light. It felt so cozy and mellow that she curled her lips into a sweet smile. Someone knocked on the door right on time. A maid asked in a soft voice, “Miss, are you awake?“

Hearing this, Nicole answered in a lazy voice, “Mm…

come in.“

Last night, Grant’s driver brought her to the Stanton mansion.

Two maids pushed in a huge clothing rack and spoke respectfully, “Miss, these are the clothes prepared especially for you. Master and Eldest Young Master are waiting for you in the dining hall.“

Nicole was slightly shocked. ‘Dad is so extra…I bet he wanted to buy out all my favorite brands so that I ‘m the only one who can wear them…’

There were several pieces of the same style in different colors. Although there was no logo, Nicole could tell from the familiar workmanship and fabric that these were from Prada’s private collection.

Some of them were this season’s latest limited edition pieces, so they were invaluable.

She certainly had to adapt to this kind of luxury lifestyle again. “Alright, you guys may leave.“

to freshen up, then randomly picked a little black dress that was chic and tasteful and paired it with a white blazer

hall, Floyd and Grant Stanton were sitting at the dining table eating breakfast with effortless

with squinted eyes. “My

look at Nicole and smiled

he covered his face, he was still recognized. Old Master Ludwig dragged him back home to punish him early this morning. The Ludwigs are now busy dealing with the scandal online

her shoulders and walked over to sit down. “He was

Ludwigs compared t o my baby? Do whatever you want, Princess.“ Floyd Stanton doted on Nicole

rushed bites of breakfast, Nicole took Grant’s

office, Logan was standing at the door waiting

here early in the morning. She’s now waiting for you in

already contacted the President of J&L Corporation, Gerard Lichman. He proposed to

up an appointment then.“

chair, seemingly enjoying herself. For a

changed when she saw Nicole. She hurriedly stood up and looked at

since you like this chair so much, it’s yours. Logan, send it to

“Yes, ma’am.“

don’t mean anything else. There’s no need to give me

of the sofa. Her eyes were cold. “I’m a germaphobe, so I

Nicole in her heart and thought, ‘She slept her way into this position, so what is

you come in here?“ Nicole glanced at