Chapter 121
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Nicole thought, âIf I wasnât Floyd Stantonâs
daughter, I wouldâve died many times over!â
Keithâs face flushed red. âIâm such a wimp!
But.. I donât have a choice⦠Iâm guilty as
chargedâ¦â
âThen what do you want?â Keith asked,
was clearly out of my mind back then to
offend Nicole!â He thought.
Nicole looked out the window and felt
impatient.
She walked up to him slowly and said in a
cold and playful voice, âDonât you just care
about your nudes? count to three. If you
donât disappear from my sight within three
seconds, Iâll make you a viral sensation online by the fourth second!â
Keith stiffened as Nicole scoffed.
As soon as she finished her sentence, Keith
turned around and ran as he begged for
mercy. âDonât⦠Donât be impulsive!â
Sure enough, he vanished within three
seconds.
Nicole sneered and rolled her eyes, then
strutted away in her high heels.
Once she got out of the bar, she saw
someone standing next to her car.
She looked up and saw that it was none
other than Eric Ferguson.
He was waiting for her.
âMr. Ferguson, do you have nothing better to
do?â
Nicole raised her eyebrows. Her red lips
against the darkness around her seemed
bright and warm, but it carried a little
coldness.
âCanât he see that I donât want to deal with
him?â Nicole was impatient.
Ericâs eyebrows were sunken and his eyes
were dark. His voice was mellow and
charming.
âNicole, I want to explain to you about
Wendy Quade. She and I⦠We arenât in the
Nicole panicked and stepped on the brakes, but there was no response. She suddenly realized that the
car was completely out of control! Nicole subconsciously grabbed the steering wheel, but it was locked.
The car was simply out of order. The darkness in front of her seemed to be beckoning to her and waiting
to swallow her whole. At this moment, the streetlights seemed cold and blinding. Nicole could not help
but shudder. She had never felt so close to death before! All she had was panic, fear, and cold sweat.
Nicole looked up and saw a big truck suddenly appearing three hundred meters in front of her. At that
moment, her mind went blank. Crash! A gray cloud of dust and thick smoke rose into the air.
A car had rushed out of nowhere to block in front of her. The car drifted a few dozen meters away before
coming to an abrupt halt. At that moment, Nicoleâs head smashed onto the steering wheel. Her airbag did
not respond, so she only felt a bone-chilling pain at that moment. The pungent smell of gasoline rushed
into her nostrils as warm liquid dripped down
her forehead.
âNicole!â
A man shouted her name, and that voice
seemed somewhat familiar.
After that, her car door was opened, and she
was carried out onto the roadside.
âThatâs Eric Ferguson⦠Why is he so
anxious? Right⦠Heâs the last person I saw
just now, so if I die, the Fergusons will get
into troubleâ¦â
Ericâs warm hand seemed to tremble a little
as he touched the wound on her forehead as
if he was trying to confirm her injury.
However, his touch made her feel a stabbing pain. The smell of blood brought Nicole back to
consciousness. Ericâs embrace felt unfamiliar and made her extremely uncomfortable. If this happened
before the divorce, Nicole would have been flattered to lie in his arms. When she opened her eyes, it
seemed like snowflakes were drifting in front of her.
She struggled with all her might to get up and held the car door to stand firm. It turned out that his car
blocked her from ramming into the truck. Otherwise, she probably would not have the
chance to open her eyes again.
His car was so deformed that it had become
scrap metal.
âThanks.â Her voice was frighteningly calm.
Aside from the pain of her head wound, she
was completely conscious.
âNicole, you need to go to the hospital.â Eric
Nicole ignored him and took out her phone
to call Logan.
Come to my location right away, Someone
tampered with my car, and I got into a car
crash. You must find out who did this before
tomorrow morning!â
After she gave Logan the instructions, she
hung up the phone.
âMr. Ferguson, your Range Rover is at most $
4 million. Hereâs $10 million. The extra $6
million is your appreciation fee.â
Nicole stood under the light. The blood on
her forehead had solidified and her long
hair was slightly disheveled, but she
somehow still looked as beautiful as ever.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly
into a polite and detached smile.
Ericâs gaze grew cold, and his face sank. He
did not reach out to take the check.
Nicole forcefully shoved the check into the
pocket of his suit jacket and did not give
him a chance to refuse.
`Mr. Ferguson, you werenât stingy with your
money when I donated blood. This time, itâs
my turn to return the favor!â
After that, she left her car and turned on her
heels to leave.
âThis feels great! I canât believe even Eric
Ferguson will get to have this day! Turns out
I can really hold a grudge!â
The streetlight stretched out her figure. Her
footsteps were steady and not the least bit
wobbly.
Naturally, Nicole did not notice the flash of
remorse in Ericâs eyes after she threw down
that sentence.