Read The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 34
Nicole sneered and did not look at Eric Ferguson again. She took her phone and purse, then stomped away in her high heels. Her back was slim and valiant.
Ian raised his eyebrows and immediately followed after Nicole.
Eric stood frozen in place. His gaze was as cold as frost. Nicole’s words felt like a thorn in his heart that made him uncomfortable.
‘Being a lowly servant to my family? When did the titular Mrs. Ferguson become a servant?’
It seemed that there were too many things that Eric was not aware of.
As soon as Nicole walked out, she saw a red -faced Samantha Lindt tugging on Flint Zeller at the entrance.
‘So, she already knew and was prepared for it… Then was my move earlier superfluous? Tsk, tsk…’ Nicole thought.
Nicole got into the car and left. When she heard Eric’s misunderstanding earlier, she felt hurt because he did not know what kind of person she was after three years of marriage.
After a moment, Nicole regained composure and did not show any mood fluctuations.
She promised not to look back and repeat the same mistakes twice. Eric Ferguson had nothing to do with her.
Cl a ster 34 Treated You Like a Sister Ian hummed a tune and glanced at Nicole. “I saved you today, so how would you like to thank me?“
“What kind of gift do you want? Or do you just want me to transfer money into your account?“
Ian looked at her with a smile. “This is the first time a woman tries to slap me with money, but I’d prefer if you pledge yourself to me! “
Nicole gave him a sidelong glance. “Dream on! “ “Why? You should give me a chance! “ Ian grunted.
Nicole gave him a faint glance. “I’ve always treated you like a sister.“
Ian’s lips twitched. “Anyway, I ‘ll prove that I’m the most suitable person for you.“
Not knowing where his confidence came from, Nicole could not help but laugh. “Suit yourself.“
After all, Second Young Master Carter’s enthusiasm usually would not last a month.
Ian looked at her smile and felt a pain in his chest. He would not give up this opportunity to anyone else again.
After Nicole got back home, Yvette excitedly called her to ask about the progress.
Nicole told her what happened. She paused slightly when she mentioned Eric Ferguson and lightly brushed over it.
“This Samantha Lindt is like a pimp at those nightclubs. I think her talent’s wasted in the company. She should really just be a pimp instead.“
Nicole lowered her head and laughed. “I can’t just close this case sloppily. Now isn’t the time to fire her yet. Samantha is capable, she just doesn’t have the right mindset. She’s just a clown anyway. It won’t do me any harm to keep her around as long as she doesn’t make trouble.“
The next day.
Early in the morning, Nicole went to the office and found that her chair was replaced with a new one. She was satisfied with Logan’s efficiency and brewed herself a cup of coffee when her door was slammed open.
“Nicole, are you deliberately trying to mess things up? I clearly asked you to accompany Mr. Zeller to dinner, but you left me behind?“
Samantha barged in furiously. She still had some ambiguous marks on her neck that she could not hide. Flint Zeller’s eccentricity was indeed horrifying.
Afterward, Samantha thought about it and knew that Nicole must have backed out. Otherwise, why would Flint Zeller not take a bite of the cake that was at his mouth?
Nicole waved her hand, signaling for Logan to leave, then hooked her lips into a seeming smile as she looked at Samantha.
Samantha suddenly felt guilty and no longer looked so fierce.
“Forget it. This will all be over once you sign the contract.“
Samantha brought the contract over and threw it in front of Nicole.
Nicole did not even raise her head, took out her phone, and tapped on it a few times to play a recording of yesterday’s dinner conversation.
“Nicole, what’s the point of you only relying on Grant Stanton? You’d be better off getting a few more backers. Think about it, Grant clearly wants to do you harm because he just left you in this position without even guiding you. He probably won’t marry you either…”
“Look at the clothes you’re wearing. They don’t even have a brand. Did you buy them off those online catalogs? How do you get to and from work? A taxi?”
“To be honest, I’ve been in your shoes. You won’t lose out if you follow Mr. Zeller. He prepared a secondhand Audi for you. With Mr. Zeller’s help on the project, you’ll be able to sit firmly in your position…”