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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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.”

drunk too much, had

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faster than her brain.

eyebrow, and reached out to

up:

we go for a dance?”

Sophia could react, she was already pulled into

began,

which was small enough to be

this once, she wanted to dance her heart out, forgetting all

excitedly kept up with her

neck, graceful and delicate. When she drank too much, she was like a little sprite, her

the lightest of steps, her skirt flaring and fluttering with her movements, as if a glow was enveloping the

was so handsome and dashing, the woman soft and delicate, radiant and exquisite. They unconsciously attracted the attention

scene was stunningly beautiful.

around stopped to admire their graceful

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if she had returned to her carefree

I was joyfully exuberant, I hadn’t lost

Very quickly.

The song ended.

felt dizzy for a moment, her

caught her, gave a helpless laugh, and led her to the

feeling only fatigue. Her rosy lips glistened, she

gazed deeply into her eyes, gently brushing away the stray hair by her ear with a tender motion, and softly asked

you

in alcohol, even unaware of rejecting

could feel that she

he felt a bit sorry for this

wanting to be so close to him, but she couldn’t muster the strength in her hands, only

raucous, Derick didn’t hear what she said, so he leaned forward, closer

did you say?”

The next second.

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bit his car fiercely, like a little rabbit

just feeling the pain, when Sophia

eyes were misty and flickering slightly, she

tone:

it, Pierce, bite you to

a hint of complexity

mistake someone?

“Sophia, can I take

looked at her delicate and lustrous profile, subconsciously wanting to

next

a great force struck from behind.

and a

meet the oncoming Pierce, and

an undeniable

was leisurely arranging his

Woodward, I warned you, stay away from her?”

there was an

at the drunkenly dazed Sophia, his heart tightening

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instantly.

feeling of someone coveting your private property was not good.