Chapter 117
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Old Master Fergusonâs face was glum as he
narrowed his eyes and grunted coldly. He
was so exasperated looking at this fatherâs
daughter pair that he gnashed his teeth and
said, âChairman Stanton, what else do you
have in store? Iâve already seen enough of
this surprising showââ
It was clear that the Stantons were
deliberately telling off the Fergusons with
everything that happened at the gala.
âNo 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!â 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 Ericâs 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.
âChairman Ferguson, I canât 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,
donât you think you owe us an explanation?â
Floyd Stantonâs voice was cold.
Old Master Ferguson froze. Quinn and
Ingrid were also shocked. âIs Floyd Stanton
bringing Nicole over to settle accounts?â
Eric had a slight frown and his eyes were
deep as he looked at Nicole, who was next to
Floyd.
She was staring at the royal blue sapphire
cufflinks on Floydâs shirt and was tugging
on her fatherâs suit like she was extremely
bored. She seemed reluctant to come over
and was not even willing to look at them for
a moment.
Since the second she stepped on stage, Eric was beyond shocked. It was just that he hid it all at the
bottom of his heart. All the unbelievable things that Nicole did after their divorce finally seemed to make
sense. Everything became logical and rightful. This shocking information just came out of nowhere.
Old Master Ferguson coughed. His face became ugly. âNicole concealed her identity, so how would we
know that sheâs your daughter?â He snapped back at Floyd and excused himself using this reason. Floyd
sneered and angrily retorted. âSo, you re saying that the harsh treatment she
received at your place is our fault? Back
then when she liked Eric and wanted to
marry him, I disagreed, but she went 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 itâd be fine
as long as sheâs happy, but I never wouldâve
imagined that your family didnât even treat her as a human being!â Quinn spoke in panic, âSheâs well-fed
and has a roof over her head, so how is she being ill-treated? We were kind to her, but she didnât show
us any gratitude and even lied to us? How can we not be angry?â Floydâs face became stern and was
just about to speak when Nicole tugged on his clothes. She let out a cold snort that carried disdain and
contempt. âEven if itâs the whole worldâs 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 someoneâs love. It serves me right to be a blind fool for the past three years.
Is that
what you mean? Sorry to say, Iâm not a
generous person, so in the future, I can only
return what Iâve received little by little, an
eye for an eyeâ¦â
Nicole hooked her lips and did not hide her
disgust. âDo they think that Iâd just forget
about the past? That Iâd forget about those
humiliations? If I get the opportunity, Iâll
definitely get back at them!â
Quinnâs face stiffened. Old Master Ferguson
glared at Quinn angrily and was annoyed by
her talkativeness, so Quinn shrank back in
fear and dared not speak again.
Wendy Quade, who stood at the side silently
this whole time, suddenly stepped forward.
Her voice was soft and weak as she said, â
Nicole, I know that you hate me. Iâm the one
who used so much of your blood. It has
nothing to do with the Fergusons. Just come
at me if you want. If weâd known that you
were the heiress of Stanton Corporation, I
think that Eric wouldnât have treated you
like this.
Since whatâs done is already done,
I hope that you can forgive us.â
Although Wendy was resentful of Nicoleâs
true identity, her smug sense of superiority
when she looked at Nicole in the past was
vastly different from her current position.
They were like heaven and hell.
Wendy hated Nicoleâs good fortune. âWhy
can Nicole get things that others canât right
at her fingertips? Eric Ferguson must be
mine!â
Nicole swept a sidelong glance at Wendy
and thought, âShe really knows how to
involve herself in the drama, huh?
With a scoff, Nicole said, This is not a place
for trash. Who are you to talk over hereâ¦â