Become the Richest Woman After Divorce

Chapter 47: Shouldn’t There Be Hatred?

Pierce gave him a cold, indifferent glance, his tone devoid of warmth:

“Sophia’s baby was lost due to Emelia’s hit, shouldn’t she hate?”

In one sentence, Nolan was completely dumbfounded.

He stood there stiffly, as if struck by a thunderbolt:

“How could it be…”

He had never heard Emelia mention it.

Pierce averted his gaze, his throat hitched slightly, his tone chilling a few degrees:

“I still stand by what I said, mind your own business less.”

He stood up, adjusting his suit buttons, his eyes and brows indifferent to the extreme, and added a sentence:

Also, be nicer to Sophia in the future, or don’t blame me for turning against you.

His tone was restrained and distant. Ever since Nolan was rude to Sophia at the bar last time, he had deliberately started to distance himself from Nolan.

Nolan sat there, stunned, watching Pierce leave.

He had never shown such a professional attitude before, and Nolan noticed it, feeling somewhat flustered inside.

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Chapter 47: Shouldn’t There Be Hatred?

In the evening.

The sun set in the west.

Sandra dragged Sophia out for a drink, the bar was noisy and bustling.

In the relatively secluded booth, Sophia’s mood had greatly improved after a few drinks.

Seemed to have thrown everything behind the mind.

She was wearing a seductive long dress, revealing her fair and lustrous shoulders, accentuating her slender waist, so dazzling that one couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Sandra went to dance on the dance floor, while Sophia was drinking one glass of alcohol after another.

She absentmindedly swirled the liquid in her wine glass, her gaze somewhat distant.

She was deliberately indulging in her fatigue and stress.

Suddenly, someone sat down beside her. She turned her head slowly, blinked, and in her moist eyes, there was a hint of clear confusion.

“Mr. Woodward.”

Derick’s face was stern and handsome, there was no one in the entire bar who looked better than him.

He chuckled, looking at her with great interest:

“Call me Derick, Sophia.”

“Derick.”

much, had little judgment, her

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than her

raised an eyebrow, and reached out to

up:

we go for a dance?”

was already pulled into the middle of the dance

began, suitable

encircled her waist, which was small enough to be

her heart

excitedly kept up with her pace.

she was like a little sprite, her features vivid and refined. Her movements

lightest of steps, her skirt flaring and fluttering with her movements,

man was so handsome and dashing, the woman soft and delicate,

scene was stunningly

everyone around stopped to admire their graceful dance.

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felt as if she had returned to her carefree self from three years ago.

joyfully exuberant, I hadn’t lost anything!

Very quickly.

The song ended.

for a moment, her legs gave way, and

gave a helpless laugh, and led her

only fatigue. Her rosy lips glistened, she was thirsty.

eyes, gently brushing away the stray hair by her ear with

were you very

her sorrows in alcohol, even unaware

she

felt a bit sorry for this

Derick away, not wanting to be so close to him, but she

Derick didn’t hear what she said,

you say?”

The next second.

Shouldn’t There

bit his car fiercely, like a

feeling the

flickering slightly, she muttered

tone:

it, Pierce, bite you

paused, a hint of complexity flashing in his

she mistake someone?

can I take care of you?”

looked at her delicate and lustrous profile, subconsciously wanting to lean in closer.

the next second.

force struck from

from behind and a punch landed on his right

eyes, deep and intense, lifted to meet the oncoming Pierce, and in an instant, he let out a soft

eyes were as deep as ice, shrouded in an undeniable chill. A surging anger brewed in

he was leisurely arranging

I warned you, stay away

was

drunkenly

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someone coveting your private property was