Chapter 132
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Ferguson Corporation Presidentâs Office.
It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be
heard.
Eric tapped his fingers on the desk slowly,
one after another, which made Mitchellâs
nerves tense.
He sat there with sunken eyes and said in a
cold tone, âShe went to the sales office to
buy a house?â
Mitchell stood there respectfully. âYes, the
sales staff personally confirmed it, and Iâve
seen the surveillance footage.
Ms. Stanton went with Ms. Quimbey. Theyâre still there.â
Ericâs eyes were deep. After a few seconds,
he got up and said in a clear voice, âLets go
over and take a lookâ
Although Eric did not know why Nicole
went there, he wanted to see for himself
what she was up to.
âYes, sir,â Mitchell replied respectfully and
could feel a heavy air enveloping Eric.
Ericâs reaction was always unexpected
whenever it involved Nicole.
The sales manager introduced a few high-
end boutique apartments and carefully
.4 asked, âMs. Stanton, are you satisfied with
this style? Are you living by yourself?â
Nicole shook her head and was honest with
her. âNo, Iâm buying this as a gift. Heâs a
bachelor that just returned from abroad. If
there is any old furniture inside, please
change it to Swiss furniture. It must be the
best range. Cost isnât a problem.â
âMy second brother deserves the best!â âYes, miss.â Eric, who was at the door, stopped in his tracks. His
eyes grew cold. `She came to buy a house for a bachelor? Is it that Sunner?!â If this scene was filmed
with a motive and uploaded to the internet, it would immediately cause a huge sensation. [Nicole bought
Eric Fergusonâs property to house her new lover. How sad is that?!
(Hahahaha! I somehow want to laugh at this. Why is Nicole so great?â (Mr. Ferguson should make a
personal recommendation for his ex-wife to buy a house for another man!â The contract was simple.
Nicole did not look at it carefully and settled on this unit mainly because the environment was quiet
and secluded, which was a rare find.
If the interior was not satisfactory, she
would just have it replaced since it was not
a big deal.
After the signing, Nicole lightly glanced at her million-dollar Jaeger-LeCoultre watch on her wrist, then
picked up her purse and said, âIâll make the payment now.â Before she turned around, there was a
commotion at the entrance. The sales manager immediately bowed in greeting. â Good day, President!â
Eric went over to Nicole. His eyes were sunken and his voice was clear. âHave you
chosen yet?â He asked knowingly as he had just heard everything cleaily. It was as if he was deliberately
looking for his own discomfort. Hearing his voice, Nicole did not turn
around and only felt his burning gaze on her
back.
The surroundings seemed to quiet down on
this.
The air pressure between the two of thein
was getting lower by the second. The sales
manager coughed and intended to ease the
atmosphere.
âSince President Ferguson is here and Ms.
Stanton is an acquaintance, we can offer
you an internal discountâ¦â
Nicole hooked her lips and snorted coldly.
m not friends with him, so thereâs no need
for a discount.â
The atmosphere was once again stagnant.
Nicole raised her head and looked at Ericâs
cold and deep gaze without avoidance.
âDoes everyone who comes to buy a house
here get personally received by Mr.
Ferguson?â
âWhy should I get this unjust treatment! I don
want to see Eric Ferguson!â
âNicole, youâre different,â Eric spoke in a
mellow voice.
âWhatâs different?â Nicole raised her
eyebrows. Her voice was icy.
âIs it because Iâm now the CEO of Stanton
Corporation?
Is getting received by Eric
Ferguson considered preferential treatment?
âYouâre my ex-wife, so youâre different from
others.â