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.

man’s voice was deep, mellow, and extremely familiar. “Wendy Quade has been punished. I

and looked

had ever taken the initiative to make

would certainly be the talk of the town if word got

so he wanted her to at least give him a chance

an obstacle between them, and their misunderstanding had been cleared. After finding out Wendy’s true character, Eric felt even more ashamed and remorseful toward

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 a friend, so just

body stiffened for

hear the rejection

Nicole did not even want to greet him in

so much because of Wendy Quade, right? That without

of Nicole’s lips hooked up into a playful

stiff

uncomfortable feeling in his

was cold and deep as he asked Nicole. “ What do you

of that? I’ve already explained that I have nothing to do with Wendy Quade. Why am I worthless to her? Is there not even

eyebrows. The corners of her lips still had a cold

What an irony!

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

time she finished her monologue, and there was a chill in the bottom of her

was the one who killed all her passion

back together with him just because he said he

without even looking at him, then strutted away in her