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.”

having drunk too much, had little judgment, her

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faster than

at her, raised an eyebrow, and reached out

up:

for a dance?”

she was already pulled into the

new song began, suitable for tango.

hand, he gently encircled her waist, which was small enough to be held in one hand. Subconsciously, she began

dance her heart

kept up with her

When she drank too much, she was like

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

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

was stunningly beautiful.

stopped to admire

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she had returned to her carefree self from three

joyfully exuberant,

Very quickly.

The song ended.

dizzy for a moment, her legs gave

laugh, and led

fatigue. Her rosy lips glistened, she was

her eyes, gently brushing away the stray hair by

were you very upset?”

alcohol, even unaware of rejecting his

that she was

felt a bit sorry for

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

was loud and raucous, Derick didn’t hear what she said, so he leaned

you say?”

The next second.

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fiercely, like a

just feeling the

slightly, she muttered in an

tone:

bite you to death!”

complexity flashing in his eyes.

she mistake

can I take care of

and lustrous profile, subconsciously wanting to lean in closer.

the next

force struck from behind.

from behind and a punch landed on his right cheek.

oncoming Pierce, and in an instant, he let out

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

leisurely arranging his

warned you,

words, there was an undeniable

drunkenly dazed Sophia, his heart tightening

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instantly.

of someone coveting your private