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.“

was chic and tasteful and paired it with a white blazer before she walked out of her

were sitting at the dining table eating breakfast with effortless

his daughter, he smiled with squinted eyes.

to look at Nicole and

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

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

are the Ludwigs compared t o my baby? Do whatever you want, Princess.“ Floyd Stanton doted on Nicole and gave her a bowl

of breakfast, Nicole took

her office, Logan was standing

came here early in the morning. She’s now waiting

contacted the President of J&L Corporation, Gerard Lichman.

an appointment then.“

in her chair, seemingly enjoying herself. For a

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

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

“Yes, ma’am.“

don’t mean anything else. There’s no

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

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

come in here?“ Nicole glanced