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.”

having drunk too much, had little judgment,

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faster than her brain.

at her, raised an eyebrow, and reached out to pull her

up:

we go for

react, she was already pulled into the middle

began, suitable

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

her

excitedly kept up with

and delicate. When she drank too much, she was like a little sprite, her features vivid and refined.

flaring and fluttering with her movements, as

delicate, radiant and exquisite. They unconsciously attracted the attention of

scene was stunningly

around stopped

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if she had returned to her carefree

then, I was joyfully exuberant, I hadn’t

Very quickly.

The song ended.

in her tracks, drunk, she felt dizzy for a moment, her legs gave way, and she fell into Derick’s arms.

her, gave a helpless laugh, and led her to the booth.

eyes were hazy, feeling only fatigue. Her rosy lips glistened,

the stray hair by her

were you very upset?”

herself drown her sorrows in alcohol, even unaware of rejecting his

she was very upset

a bit

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

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

did you say?”

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fiercely, like a little rabbit angrily gnawing in

the pain, when Sophia

and flickering slightly,

tone:

it, Pierce, bite you to death!”

a hint of complexity flashing in

she mistake

his lips, “Sophia, can I

lustrous profile, subconsciously wanting to lean in closer.

the next

force struck from

a punch landed on his right

lifted to meet the oncoming Pierce, and in an instant, he let

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

arranging his own

you, stay away

words, there was

glanced down at the drunkenly dazed

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instantly.

of someone coveting your private property