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.“

picked a little black dress that was chic and

Floyd and Grant Stanton were sitting at the

smiled with squinted eyes. “My baby’s finally

at Nicole and smiled with

out of Tattle Bar butt naked last night. Even though 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 and their stock almost

and walked over to sit down. “He was

whatever you want, Princess.“ Floyd Stanton doted on Nicole

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

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

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

from J&L?“ “I’ve already contacted the President of J&L Corporation, Gerard Lichman. He proposed

appointment then.“ “Yes, Vice

door open, she saw that Samantha was spinning leisurely in her chair, seemingly enjoying herself. For a moment,

expression changed when she saw Nicole. She hurriedly stood up and looked at Logan reproachfully. “Why didn’t

walked over. “Ms. Lindt, since you like this chair so much, it’s yours. Logan, send

“Yes, ma’am.“

Nicole, I don’t mean anything else. There’s no need to give

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

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

you come in here?“ Nicole