The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress chapter 149

Nicole snickered from the side and thought, ‘What a great show today! Simply wonderful!’

Only, she was not in the mood to watch this performance any longer.

It was a waste of time to continue watching another second of it.

Nicole looked at Yvette and said, “Let’s go somewhere else. Seeing these irritating fools really affects my mood.“

The only person she did not want to see was Eric Ferguson.

Yvette knew what Nicole was thinking. She was originally regretting her decision of bringing Nicole here, but as soon as she heard Nicole’s proposal, she immediately nodded her head in agreement.

Nicole took her purse, turned on her heels, and strutted out of the venue.

She did not care about all those prying eyes who were watching the drama.

‘They can just keep watching Eric’s performance!’ Nicole thought.

Yvette went to get the car while Nicole waited at the entrance.

Nicole was looking down at her toes. The night breeze was slightly chilly.

Suddenly, she heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps, but she did not turn around.

was deep, mellow, and extremely familiar. “Wendy Quade has been punished.

looked at her

time that Eric Ferguson had ever taken the initiative to

be the talk of

her

an obstacle between them, and their misunderstanding had been cleared. After finding out Wendy’s true character, Eric felt even more ashamed

her eyes to glance sideways at him. She raised her eyebrows and spoke sarcastically, “I’m very picky about making friends. Mr. Ferguson, you don’t meet my

body stiffened for

hear the

did not

think I only hate you so much because of

corners of Nicole’s lips hooked up

expression became stiff and

the uncomfortable feeling in his

was cold and deep as he asked Nicole. “ What do you

Wendy Quade. Why am I worthless to her? Is there not even a chance of reconciliation between

of

What an irony!

person. While you were married, you didn’t hesitate to hurt your wife in exchange for someone else’s girlfriend’s happiness. How did you even manage to do that? Is it just to show your high morals? Don’t even talk to me about friendship. What do I care? I was the one who donated blood. I was the

finished her monologue, and there was

was the one who killed all her passion

to feel grateful to him and get back together with him just because he said he had nothing

at him, then strutted away