The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress chapter 149

Nicole snickered from the side and thought, ‘What a great show today! Simply wonderful!’

Only, she was not in the mood to watch this performance any longer.

It was a waste of time to continue watching another second of it.

Nicole looked at Yvette and said, “Let’s go somewhere else. Seeing these irritating fools really affects my mood.“

The only person she did not want to see was Eric Ferguson.

Yvette knew what Nicole was thinking. She was originally regretting her decision of bringing Nicole here, but as soon as she heard Nicole’s proposal, she immediately nodded her head in agreement.

Nicole took her purse, turned on her heels, and strutted out of the venue.

She did not care about all those prying eyes who were watching the drama.

‘They can just keep watching Eric’s performance!’ Nicole thought.

Yvette went to get the car while Nicole waited at the entrance.

Nicole was looking down at her toes. The night breeze was slightly chilly.

Suddenly, she heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps, but she did not turn around.

mellow, and extremely familiar. “Wendy Quade has been

walked to Nicole’s side and looked at her with

first time that Eric Ferguson had ever taken the initiative to make friends with

be the talk of the town if word got

he wanted her to

cleared. After finding out Wendy’s true

eyes to glance sideways at him. She raised her eyebrows and spoke sarcastically, “I’m very picky about making friends. Mr. Ferguson, you don’t meet my standards of

body stiffened for

hear the rejection in Nicole’s

Nicole did not even want to

think I only hate you so much because of Wendy Quade, right? That without her, I’ll accept

corners of Nicole’s lips hooked up into

became stiff

uncomfortable feeling

and deep as he asked Nicole.

with Wendy Quade.

her eyebrows. The corners of

What an irony!

to hurt your wife in exchange for someone else’s girlfriend’s happiness. How did you even manage to do that? Is it just to show your high morals? Don’t even talk to me about friendship. What do I care? I was the one who donated blood. I was the one who was slandered and defamed. I was the one who wasted three years of my youth! Why am I

she finished her monologue, and there was a chill in

all

get back together with him just because he said he had nothing to

without even looking at him, then strutted away in her