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.”

drunk too much, had

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than her brain.

raised an eyebrow,

up:

go for a

could react, she was already pulled into the middle

song began, suitable for

encircled her waist, which was small enough to be

this once, she wanted to dance her heart out, forgetting all the unhappiness.

kept up with her pace.

drank too much, she was like a little sprite, her features vivid and refined. Her movements were soft

she twirled around with the lightest of steps, her skirt flaring and fluttering with her movements, as if a glow was enveloping the two of them.

the woman soft and delicate, radiant and exquisite.

scene was

a moment, everyone around stopped to admire their graceful

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as if she had returned to

I was joyfully exuberant,

Very quickly.

The song ended.

tracks, drunk, she felt dizzy for a moment, her legs

her, gave a helpless laugh, and

Her rosy lips glistened, she

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

were you very

alcohol, even unaware of rejecting

feel that she was very upset inside.

bit

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

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

did you

The next second.

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like a little

slightly, just feeling the

slightly, she muttered in an

tone:

it, Pierce, bite you

hint of complexity

she mistake someone?

lips, “Sophia, can I take care

at her delicate and lustrous profile, subconsciously wanting to

next

force struck from

yanked from behind and a punch landed on his right cheek.

the oncoming Pierce,

an undeniable chill. A surging

arranging his own

you, stay away

there was an

down at the drunkenly dazed Sophia, his heart

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instantly.

feeling of someone coveting your