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.“

of bed to freshen up, then randomly picked a little black dress that was chic and tasteful and paired

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

with squinted eyes. “My baby’s

turned to look at Nicole and smiled

Master Ludwig dragged him back 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

and walked over to sit down. “He

my baby? Do whatever you want, Princess.“ Floyd Stanton doted on

breakfast, Nicole took

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

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

J&L?“ “I’ve already contacted the President of J&L

an appointment then.“ “Yes,

the door open, she saw that Samantha was spinning leisurely in her chair,

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

like this chair so

“Yes, ma’am.“

mean anything else. There’s no

on one end of the sofa. Her eyes were cold. “I’m a germaphobe, so I won’t sit on a chair that someone else has sat

glared fiercely at Nicole. She secretly cursed Nicole in her heart and thought, ‘She slept her way into this position, so what is she so proud

did you come in here?“ Nicole glanced at