The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

The divorced billionaire heiress Chapter 32

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress chapter 32

Both Mr. Zeller and Samantha Lindt were shaken when they heard Nicole’s words. Mr. Zeller suddenly smiled widely, picked up the bottle of red wine next to him, and poured a glass for Nicole.

“Ms. Nicole, since it’s a negotiation, I came with my sincerity. Why don’t you take a look at this document? As long as you sign it, I won’t treat you badly.“

Mr. Zeller took a file from his bag. The content was similar to the contract Nicole was holding, but the figure was another ten percent lower than the one Samantha had set.

Samantha looked at them and quickly advised her. “ Nicole, what’s the point of you only relying on Grant Stanton? You’d be better off getting a few more backers. Think about it, Grant clearly wants to do you harm because he just left you in this position without even guiding you. He probably won’t marry you either…“

Nicole did not care for Samantha’s sowing of dissension because she probably thought that they were lovers.

‘Is she trying to poach me?’

“Look at the clothes you’re wearing. They don’t even have a brand. Did you buy them off those online catalogs? How do you get to and from work? A taxi?“

Samantha looked askance at Nicole’s brandless getup and tugged on her Chanel suit, as she pursed her lips and smiled.

“To be honest, I’ve been in your shoes. You won’t lose out if you follow Mr. Zeller. He prepared a secondhand Audi for you. With Mr. Zeller’s help on the project, you’ll be able to sit firmly in your position…“

Seeing that Nicole was silent and in deep thought, Samantha thought that she was moved and winked at Mr. Zeller contentedly. She then stood up wobbly and said, “I’m going to the bathroom. You guys can continue the talk.“

familiar person sneaking around the

trembled. “T-That drug has been put

Samantha hooked her

‘m not mistaken,

you’re right. That’s

Ferguson’s ex-wife… Is he not afraid…?“ The waiter did not dare

ex-wife, so how much would she matter to him anyway? She’s the kind of woman that relies on other men

top, it’s

low. “Okay. I’ll go back to

matter gets out, I’ll

on her high heels to fix her makeup without noticing a tall and well-built

face turned cold and glum. His eyes were stern and intimidating as he pulled over a waiter nearby. “Which room is Nicole

“Huh? Mr. Ferguson?“

famous, so the waiters here went through the basic training of recognizing the elites.

“Tell me! “

afford to mess with

left,

In Private Room 3888.

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