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. I wonder if we

looked

was the first time that Eric Ferguson had ever taken

be the talk of the town if

felt guilty and sorry toward Nicole, so he wanted her to at least give him a

had been cleared. After finding out Wendy’s true character, Eric felt even more

eyebrows and spoke sarcastically, “I’m very picky about making friends. Mr. Ferguson, you don’t meet my standards

body stiffened

hear the

did not even want to

only hate you so much because of Wendy Quade,

corners of Nicole’s lips hooked

expression became stiff and gradually

uncomfortable feeling in his

cold and deep as he asked

do with Wendy Quade. Why am I worthless to her? Is there not even a chance of reconciliation between us?’ Eric

The corners of her

What an irony!

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 youth! Why am

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

one who killed all her passion and affection with his own

with him just because he said he

without even looking at him, then strutted away