The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress chapter 94

The moment Wendy Quade saw Yvette, her expression changed. ‘If Yvette could come, then does it mean that Nicole was also here…? I wasn’t mistaken?’

In an instant, Wendy clenched her fist and had her gaze affixed to the woman sitting with her back facing them.

“Are you deaf? Come and take pictures with me! “ Ingrid was annoyed that she was ignored by a model.

Yvette chuckled and looked like she was ready to watch Ingrid make a fool of herself. “Who the hell are you? Why should anyone listen to you?“

Ingrid gritted her teeth. “It has nothing to do with you! Mind your own business! “

She looked at the model who was still unmoved. “ Hey, you! I’m the Young Lady of the Ferguson family. How much do you want to be willing to take a picture with me?“

‘What’s so big of a deal?’ Ingrid thought. Ingrid only wanted to show off to her friends.

Otherwise, she would not have asked for a photo. In the past, Ingrid was used to others surrounding her and asking her for a picture.

Nicole raised her eyes in annoyance. ‘Can’t I have a moment of peace?’

Ferguson Family, huh? I don’t recall seeing you on the guest list…“ Nicole finally spoke and turned around, sweeping a cold and sharp gaze

that I didn’t find fault with them. They even dare to find

shocked and said in disbelief, “You… It’s you?!

for this coveted fashion show? How is she so calm and stunning?!

Is there a problem?“ Nicole

was glum. She had already been humiliated by Nicole earlier today, and now, she was standing here getting

if you wear such a beautiful dress, you will never get rid of that smell of poverty on you! I think that I’ve been cursed to see

longer wanted to take a picture with Nicole

in exasperation. “Hahaha! You’re saying that we smell of poverty?!

didn’t expect your sugar daddy to be so capable that he can get you into

eyebrows smugly. She firmly believed that

tolerate the

hooked her lips and

said, “Who’s getting

founder of Share and walked over in

of the house by my brother, Eric Ferguson.

were cold as she glared at