《The Divorce Billionaire Heiress》Chapter 10: Abandoned Wife
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The glorious banquet hall was filled with important people. Every guest present was at the top of their field.
Nicole was mentally prepared to see Eric Ferguson again. Her heart did not fluctuate when she saw him because she had already let him go.
Although everyone knew that Eric Ferguson had an ex-wife, Eric had never brought her to any formal occasions. Even when the last statement went viral online, everyone had only heard of her name.
When Nicole saw Wendy Quade beside Eric, she laughed lightly and thought, 'She took my place so soon?'
Grant Stanton sensed her emotions and thoughtfully patted her arm. "Don't be afraid. I'm with you."
Nicole's smile deepened. "I'm not the one who should be afraid."
'I don't have any worries anymore. What should I be afraid of? I'm invincible!'
Grant walked up to Eric. The two men were equal in popularity and were similar in all aspects.
"Mr. Ferguson, I've heard a lot about you."
"Mr. Stanton, so have I."
The two men shook hands and parted immediately after. Eric's eyes were fixed on the woman next to Grant.
Nicole stood beside Grant and smiled radiantly. Her eyes were glistening and clear, and her bespoke dress made her fair skin look flawless. She looked like a completely different person from before, and Eric could not take his eyes off of her.
This radiant Nicole in front of him was unfamiliar and dangerous with a fatal attraction. Eric could only stare at her unmovingly while a complex emotion stirred in his heart.
'Did she go to Grant Stanton the day she vanished into thin air? What is her relationship with Grant Stanton?'
At that moment, the emotions surging in Eric's heart were so complicated that he did not even know how to describe them. Anger started to brew in his dark eyes.
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Wendy Quade also noticed the flash of shock in Eric's eyes the moment he saw Nicole. She secretly gritted her teeth and said in a shrill voice, "Nicole, why are you here? Do you think this is a place you can come as you please?"
She was reminding Nicole not to forget her lowly status.
Eric's brow furrowed, but before he could stop her, he heard Grant's cold rhetorical question.
"And which family are you from, Miss?" His tone was aloof and interrogative.
Wendy froze and forgot that she had a companion, so she hastily tried to remedy the situation. "Sir, you may not know this, but Nicole just divorced Eric..."
She thought that Nicole had found herself another sugar daddy and felt the need to expose Nicole's divorced status to him.
Grant's indifferent attitude was oppressive. "Is there a rule that divorced people can't attend? Isn't Mr. Ferguson also here?"
Wendy awkwardly tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at Eric to plead for help.
However, Eric just stood there silently without the intention of relieving her from this awkward situation.
Nicole lowered her head slightly and scoffed.
"Ms. Quade, do I need to report to you whoever I'm with? Don't you think that you're overstepping your bounds?"
Wendy was stirring up trouble, so there was no reason for Nicole to back down in this tit for tat.
Although the scandal between Eric and Wendy had been suppressed, it had already spread like wildfire on the internet. No one believed that Eric and Nicole had an amicable divorce.
There were so many people at the party, but Nicole did not even glance at Eric.
Grant swept a cold glance at Wendy and said unceremoniously, "It seems that the quality of this banquet has dropped because of Ms. Quade's attendance. Mr. Ferguson, you need to improve your standards in selecting female companions."
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After he said that, Grant did not intend to continue wasting time with insignificant people and led Nicole to the other side of the hall.
Wendy was ridiculed by such a dignified person and felt humiliated. She pouted her lips pitifully.
"Eric..." Her voice was forlorn and cautious.
Eric looked at the two departing backs with a cold and dark expression. He was not in the mood to think about anything else at the moment. 'We haven't been divorced for long, yet that woman was living in style and pretended not to see me? She even ran into the arms of another man?'
A few business partners came over to greet Eric, so Eric ditched Wendy and mingled around by himself.
......
A large swimming pool was right outside the floor-to-ceiling window. This corner was secluded and unoccupied. Nicole held a glass of red wine and seemed to be admiring the moonlight that reflected in the water.
Wendy thought, 'Why should an abandoned wife that was kicked out of the Ferguson family be able to attend such an exclusive banquet?'
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