Chapter 140
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Ingrid was IA ought to Ferguson Corporation.
Even her phone was confiscated.
She stood there miserably and tilted her to
look at Eric_ âBrother, why did you call me to
come over all of a sudden?â
Ericâs face was permeating with coldness.
His voice was stern and harsh. âWhat do you
think?â
Ingrid trembled and refused to admit her
fault.
âHow would I know?â
You donât know?â Eric sneered, then
shouted at the door. âBring him in!â
Mitchell pushed the leading reporter into
the room.
The reporter came in with a smile and
carefully bowed. âHello, Mr. Ferguson. Good
day, Ms. Ferguson.â
Ingrid saw the reporter and thought that he
had betrayed her.
She ! mow-kit and iii (ivy! to pull Ericâs arm.
âBrother, donât listen to him! What he said is
all fake! I didnât hire them to slander Nicole
The reporter had not even said anything, but
Ingrid had already admitted to it first.
Seeing Ericâs increasingly chilly eyes, Ingrid
suddenly felt a pang of fear.
She slowly let go of Ericâs arm. âI really didnât
t do it on purposeâ¦â
âIngrid Ferguson, you still act like youâre not
at fault after causing such consequences?â
Eric glared viciously at Ingrid with his cold
and deep eyes. His voice carried a chill.
There seemed to be an invisible force that
enveloped the surroundings.
Ingrid subconsciously took a step back. For
the first time, she felt that her brother was
no longer tolerant of her.
She suddenly remembered what her mother
warned her.
Never disobey Eric or try his patience
âWhy is Nicole Ericâs bottom line? Why canât I touch her?â The more Ingrid thought about it, the more
resentful she was. She was just about to pretend to be aggrieved and show weakness to muddle
through this situation when the reporter quickly ratted her out. âMr_ Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson still hasnât
made the final payment, but since I didnât accomplish my task, I donât dare to ask for it. Can you please
let me go?â
The surroundings were obviously a few degrees colder. âShut up!â Ingrid yelled at the reporter, âWhat a
dumb, insensible imbecile!â Ingrid thought. âIngrid Ferguson, you only have one choice. Go and
apologize to Nicole now!â Ericâs eyes were sullen with a frightening oppressiveness. âWhy should I
apologize to her? It didnât work out as planned anyway!â
The reversal of the situation online did not drag Nicole through the mud. Instead, it got Ferguson
Corporation into trouble_ This already made Ingrid very dissatisfied.
How could Nicole have such good luck every
time?
Ericâs voice was cold, âYou can choose not to
go, but donât try to take a single penny from
the family ever again.â
Ingrid looked up at him in shock with a pale
face.
âDonât even try to borrow money in the name of our family either. Iâll inform everyone that youâve been
kicked out of the Ferguson family.â His voice was deep with a compelling and stern aura. Ericâs eyes
were dark, and his face had no warmth. He was a man who would do as he said. Ingrid finally realized
that he was not joking. She trembled and felt aggrieved as she said,
Why do you favor her?â Ainât you divorced? Arenât you going to be With Wendy Quade?â Who the hell is
Nicole?! Why did Eric have to humiliate me because of Nicole over and over again?â Ericâs voice was
deep and cold. âIngrid Ferguson, since you messed with Nicole
with such clumsy means, Ferguson
Corporationâs stock plummeted, and we lost
more than a billion dollars in just a few
hours. Why do you think?!â
In an instant, the room became as cold as an
ice cellar.
Ingrid was so shocked that she could not
even say anything.
`Lost more than a billion dollars? I only
spent more than $100,000 to hire the
reporter to find trouble with Nicole_.â Ingrid â¢
thought.
âAlso, I have nothing to do with Wendy
Quade. Youâd better get the facts straight.
She will never have a single thing to do with
our family!â
Eric glared at her coldly and walked out
âHave I always gotten the wrong idea?â
Ingridâs body stiffened, then she began to
panic and tremble.
She had a foreboding feeling.
After Eric left, Mitchell walked in and
looked at the reporter. âYou may leave.
Remember what Mr. Ferguson said. Donât
try to dig up dirt from the business circle. Go
back to your entertainment industry for
that. Or else, you wonât even know how you
âYes, yes, yes.â The reporter hastily agreed
and ran out in a split second.
Mitchell pushed up his glasses and walked
over to the dumbfounded âIngrid.
âMs. Ferguson, Old Master Ferguson called
for you.â
Ingrid froze. âRight_ Grandpa wonât abandon
âWhat did Grandpa say?â
Mitchell replied, âHe asked for you to go
over within twenty minutes. Otherwise, heâll
remove your name from the Ferguson
family registry forever.â
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