The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress chapter 117

Old Master Ferguson’s face was glum as he narrowed his eyes and grunted coldly. He was so exasperated looking at this father-daughter pair that he gnashed his teeth and said, “Chairman Stanton, what else do you have in store? I’ve already seen enough of this surprising show! “

It was clear that the Stantons were deliberately telling off the Fergusons with everything that happened at the gala.

‘No wonder Nicole was so fearless when I complained about her to Floyd Stanton in her office that day. Now that I think back to it, she deliberately played me!’ Old Master Ferguson thought.

Floyd Stanton glanced at Eric Ferguson, who still did not show a hint of emotion on his noble and calm face. At such a young age, he managed to be so unperturbed by all that happened, which was a rare talent.

If not for Eric’s messy love life and for him hurting Nicole so many times that made Floyd Stanton keep a distance from him, Floyd would probably be able to accept such a man as his son-in-law.

“Chairman Ferguson, I can’t understand where your anger is coming from. My princess married your grandson just to become a lowly maid to your family. Even after their divorce, she became the most hated person on the internet getting insulted left and right. Chairman Ferguson, don’t you think you owe us an explanation?“

Floyd Stanton’s voice was cold.

also shocked.

slight frown and his eyes were deep as he

like she was extremely bored. She seemed reluctant to come over and was

stepped on stage, Eric was

all at the bottom of his heart. All the unbelievable things that

just came out of nowhere. Old Master

that she’s your daughter?“ He snapped back

behind my back to get married anyway. I was so angry for three years that I cut off all contact with her. I thought that it’d be fine as long as

didn’t even treat her as a

well-fed and has a roof over her head, so how is she being ill-treated? We were kind

stern and was just about to speak when Nicole tugged on his clothes. She let out a cold snort that

if it’s the whole world’s fault, it has nothing to do with your family, right? I asked for it, so I deserve to be lowly and put up with all your vileness. I deserve to use my own blood in an attempt to exchange for someone’s love. It serves me right to be a blind fool for the past three years. Is that what you mean? Sorry to say, I’m not a generous person, so in the future, I can only return what I’ve received little by little, an eye for an