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.”

too much, had little judgment, her mouth

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faster than

an eyebrow, and reached out

up:

go for a dance?”

was already pulled into the middle

song began, suitable

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

wanted to dance her heart out, forgetting

excitedly kept up with

slender, swan–like neck, graceful and delicate. When she drank too much, she was like a little sprite, her features vivid

changed, she twirled around with the lightest of steps, her skirt flaring and fluttering with her movements, as

man was so handsome and dashing, the woman soft and delicate, radiant and exquisite. They

scene was

around stopped to admire their graceful dance.

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had returned to her carefree self from three years

was joyfully exuberant,

Very quickly.

The song ended.

drunk, she felt dizzy for a moment, her legs gave way,

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

hazy, feeling only fatigue. Her

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

she was very upset

bit

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

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

did you

The next second.

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his car fiercely, like a little rabbit angrily gnawing in frustration.

slightly, just feeling the pain, when Sophia let go.

and flickering slightly,

tone:

bite you to death!”

a hint of complexity flashing in

she mistake someone?

pursed his lips, “Sophia, can I take care of you?”

and lustrous profile, subconsciously

next second.

a great force

a punch landed

oncoming Pierce,

were as deep as ice, shrouded in an undeniable chill.

arranging his own

you, stay away from her?”

was

glanced down at the drunkenly dazed Sophia, his

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instantly.

someone coveting your private property was not