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 little

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than

raised an eyebrow, and reached out to

up:

for a dance?”

was already pulled into the middle

song began, suitable for

be held in one

once, she wanted to dance her heart

excitedly kept up

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

and

handsome and dashing, the woman soft and delicate, radiant and exquisite. They unconsciously attracted

was stunningly

a moment, everyone around stopped to admire

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if she had returned to her carefree

was joyfully exuberant, I hadn’t lost anything!

Very quickly.

The song ended.

dizzy for a moment, her legs gave way, and she fell into Derick’s

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

fatigue. Her rosy

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

were you

alcohol, even unaware of rejecting

could feel that she

felt a bit sorry for this Sophia.

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

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

did you

The next second.

There Be

fiercely, like a little rabbit angrily gnawing

just feeling the pain, when Sophia let

flickering slightly, she muttered in an

tone:

bite you to death!”

hint of complexity flashing in his eyes.

mistake someone?

“Sophia, can I take

her delicate and lustrous profile, subconsciously wanting to lean in

next

a great force

yanked from behind and a punch

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 brewed in the depths of his gaze.

arranging his own sleeves.

you, stay

was an

at the drunkenly dazed Sophia,

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instantly.

feeling of someone coveting your private