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.

“Wendy Quade has been punished. I wonder if

walked to Nicole’s side and looked

first time that Eric Ferguson had ever taken the initiative to make friends

be the talk of

her to at least give

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

that, Nicole raised her eyes to glance sideways at him. She raised her eyebrows and spoke sarcastically, “I’m very picky about making friends.

stiffened

the

not even want to greet him in

me that you think I only hate you so much because of Wendy

hooked up

stiff and

suppressed the uncomfortable

and deep as he asked Nicole. “ What do

with Wendy Quade. Why

her eyebrows. The corners of her

What an irony!

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 one who was slandered and defamed. I was the one who wasted three years of my

finished her monologue, and there was a chill in the bottom of

one who killed all her passion and affection with his own

him

even looking at him,