Become the Richest Woman After Divorce

Chapter 47

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,

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than

an eyebrow, and reached out to pull her

up:

go for

could react, she was already pulled into the middle

new song began,

was small enough to be held in one hand. Subconsciously, she began to dance to the music.

wanted to dance her heart

up with her

she was

steps, her skirt flaring and fluttering with

the woman soft and delicate, radiant

was

moment, everyone around stopped to admire

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if she had returned to her carefree

I was joyfully exuberant, I hadn’t

Very quickly.

The song ended.

tracks, drunk, she felt dizzy for a moment,

helpless laugh, and led her to the booth.

feeling only fatigue. Her rosy

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

were you very upset?”

alcohol, even unaware of rejecting his

that she was very upset

bit sorry for this Sophia.

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

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

did you say?”

The next second.

Shouldn’t There Be

his car fiercely, like a

feeling the pain, when

flickering slightly,

tone:

Pierce, bite you to

complexity

mistake

can I

at her delicate and lustrous profile, subconsciously wanting to

the next

a great force struck from behind.

a punch landed on

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

an undeniable chill. A surging anger

leisurely arranging his own

warned you, stay away from

there was an undeniable danger.

glanced down at the drunkenly dazed

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instantly.

coveting your private property was

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