The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Chapter 109

Floyd Stanton hooked his lips and sneered. “Just in time. I was about to go meet them.” Nicole pulled on her father’s sleeve and was slightly worried. “Dad, it’s our company’s big day today, so don’t make a huge scene with them. It’s fine if people laugh at them, but it’s not worth it if it affects us.

“Don’t worry, I know what to do.” Floyd Stanton straightened his clothes and walked out of the room. At the same time, Nicole’s friends, Yvette Quimbey and Julie Nixon, came into the room one after the other. “Hi, Uncle Floyd!” Floyd nodded and looked at them both warmly. “Yvie, Jules, thanks for being such good friends to Nikki. I’ve prepared a lot of jewelry that you girls probably like. Remember to pick a few before leaving later!”

Yvette and Julie glanced at each other, then bowed gratefully. “Thanks, Uncle Floyd!”

Floyd left the room contented. Yvette and Julie then went up to Nicole and happily jumped in circles around her. “Nikki! You finally don’t have to hide your identity anymore! After today, just

wait and see the shockwaves you’ll bring to the public!” Nicole smiled with indifference in her eyes.

“My identity is secondary. I just feel annoyed that all of this impacted my company.” Yvette stepped forward. “Do you know who we just saw?” Julie raised her eyebrows. “You definitely won’t be able to guess.” Nicole frowned. “Who?” “The Fergusons actually brought that b* tch Wendy Quade with them!” Yvette was so angry that she broke into a cussing fit.

“Do you think that they thought you might be here and deliberately came to disgust you?” Nicole hooked the corners of her lips coldly. “I really am quite disgusted by them.” Before the other two could make a guess, Julie continued, “lan said that as long as you appear tonight, Old Master Ferguson has ordered the media to circulate rumors that you got kicked out of the elite circle and have no hope in ever marrying into a rich family again.”

Nicole sneered. Old Master Ferguson was just a one-trick pony, so this was nothing new. She looked at Yvette. “Did you send my invitation to that person?” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Yvette raised her eyebrows. “Of course! With his status, he usually doesn’t participate in this kind of business banquet, but since he’s my father’s classmate and I’ve personally begged him

to come, he finally agreed to bring his subordinates here tonight. I just saw him arriving earlier.”

Everything was ready. All they had to do was play the waiting game. was pray we warung game. “Who?” Julie was surprised. Yvette took her hand and said mysteriously, “You’ll know in a moment, but I guarantee it’ll piss off the Fergusons big time!”

Julie was helpless and sighed lightly. “Fine I’ll just wait for a good show then.” Since there was still time before the opening, Nicole went to the bathroom before getting changed into her gown. Just as she was about to come out from the bathroom stall to wash her hands, she heard a familiar mean voice.

“You haven’t seen that b*tch Nicole, right?” It was Quinn. It was not surprising that Quinn would be here.

After all, she was Mrs. Ferguson. “No, how is she qualified to attend this kind of occasion? She’s now the most hated person in the city. I’m sure she’s hiding somewhere, so why would she be here?” Ingrid spoke sarcastically, “Yeah, you’re right. She’ll always be a disgrace. Does she really think that she can surpass everyone just by getting in

the Stantons’ good graces? Hmph! Your grandfather said that the reason that the Stanton family hosted this grand anniversary gala is to publicly break off their connection with Nicole. The Stantons want to take this opportunity to clarify the scandal between her and Grant Stanton. Soon, she’ll obediently hand over the emerald pipe to us…”

Quinn washed her hands as she said these words with an undisguised arrogance. Ingrid laughed. “Mom, you’re still the smartest to bring Wendy along as Eric’s female companion. If Nicole sees them together, I’m afraid she’ll get so riled up that she’ll vomit blood!

Hahahaha…” “Bang!” The door of the bathroom stall was slammed outward, which made Ingrid’s laughter come to an abrupt halt. Nicole walked over nonchalantly, raised her eyebrows, and hooked her lips. Her tone was extremely cold. “Ms. Ferguson, I didn’t get riled up, nor did I vomit blood… Did I disappoint you?”