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.”

had little judgment,

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faster than her

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

up:

for

already pulled into the middle of

began, suitable for

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

wanted to dance her heart

kept up with

a slender, swan–like neck, graceful and delicate. When she drank too much, she was

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

woman soft and delicate, radiant and exquisite. They

scene was stunningly

stopped to admire

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had returned to her carefree self from three years

I was joyfully exuberant, I hadn’t

Very quickly.

The song ended.

for a moment, her legs gave

caught her, gave a helpless laugh, and led her

eyes were hazy, feeling only fatigue. Her rosy

brushing away the stray hair by her ear with a tender motion, and

were you very

alcohol, even unaware of rejecting

feel that she was very

he felt a bit

push Derick away, not wanting to be so close to him, but she couldn’t muster the

raucous, Derick didn’t hear what she said, so

you say?”

The next second.

There Be

car fiercely, like a little rabbit angrily

just feeling the pain, when Sophia let go.

eyes were misty and flickering slightly, she muttered in

tone:

bite you

of complexity flashing in

mistake someone?

“Sophia, can I take care of you?”

lustrous profile, subconsciously wanting to lean in closer.

the next

a great force

behind and a punch landed on his right

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

as ice, shrouded in an undeniable chill. A surging anger

leisurely arranging his own

Woodward, I warned you, stay

there was an undeniable

at the drunkenly

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instantly.

of someone coveting your private