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.“

that was

Floyd and Grant Stanton were sitting at the dining table eating

daughter, he smiled with squinted eyes. “My baby’s

at Nicole and smiled

home to punish him early this morning. The Ludwigs are now busy dealing with the scandal online and their stock almost fell to its limit down. My little sister is

to sit down. “He was the one

What are the Ludwigs compared t o my baby? Do whatever you

rushed bites of breakfast, Nicole took Grant’s car to

arrived at her office, Logan was standing at the door waiting for

here early in the morning.

there any news from J&L?“ “I’ve already contacted the President of J&L Corporation, Gerard Lichman. He proposed to have a talk

up an appointment

spinning leisurely in her chair, seemingly enjoying herself. For a moment, the atmosphere in

hurriedly stood up and looked at Logan reproachfully. “Why didn’t you inform me

walked over. “Ms. Lindt, since you like this chair so

“Yes, ma’am.“

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

Her eyes were cold. “I’m a germaphobe, so I won’t sit on

Nicole in her heart and thought, ‘She slept her way into this

come in here?“