Chapter 32
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Both Mr. Zeller and Samantha Lindt were
shaken when they heard Nicoleâs words.
Mr. Zeller suddenly smiled widely, picked
up the bottle of red wine next to him, and
poured a glass for Nicole.
âMs. Nicole. since itâs a negotiation, I
came with my sincerity. Why donât you
take a look at this document?
As long as
you sign it, I wonât treat you badly.â
Mr. Zeller took a file from his bag. The
content was similar to the contract
Nicole was holding, but the figure was
another ten percent lower than the one
Samantha had set.
Samantha looked at them and quickly
advised her. âNicole, whatâs the point of
you only relying on Grant Stanton? Youâd be betterâ oll qetlinq a lew more barrlur-rs
Think about it.
Grant clearly wants to do you harm because he Iust lelt you in nilâ; position without even guiding you He
probably wonât marry you eitherâ¦â Nicole did not care for Samanthaâs sowing of dissension because
she probably thought that they were lovers
âIs she trying to poach me?â
âLook at the clothes youâre wearing. Thev
donât even have a brand. Did you buy
them off those online catalogs?
How do
you get to and from work? A taxi?â
Samantha looked askance at Nicoleâs
brandless getup and tugged on her
Chanel suit, as she pursed her lips and
smiled.
âTo be honest, Iâve been in your shoes.
You wonât lose out if you follow Mr. Zeller.
He prepared a secondhand Audi for you
With Mr. Zellerâs help on the project, youâll
be able to sit firmly in your position. â
Seeing that Nicole was silent and in deep
thought, Samantha thought that she was
moved and winked at Mr. Zeller
contentedly. She then stood up wobbly
and said, âIâm going to the bathroom. You
guys can continue the talk.â
Once Samantha went out of the room, her eyes looked sharp. She saw a familiar person sneaking
around the bathroom entrance and yanked him over. âAre the things ready?â The waiter trembled. âT-
That drug has been put into the wineâ¦â âGood.â Samantha hooked her lips in satisfaction. The waiter
bit his lower lip. âMs. Lindt, if
Iâm not mistaken, that lady is President Eric Fergusonâs ex-wife, right?â âMm, youâre right. Thatâs her.â
âHow does Mr. Zeller dare to make a move on President Fergusonâs ex-wife. Is he not afraidâ¦?â
The waiter did not dare to say it explicitly for fear of getting into trouble, but he felt extremely remorseful
a t this moment.â âSheâs merely an ex-wife, so how much would she matter to him anyway?
Sheâs the kind of woman that relies on other men to get to the top, so why would Eric Ferguson spare a
look at her? Since sheâs sleeping her way to the top, itâs all the same whoever she sleeps with anyway,
so why not Mr. Zeller?â The waiter buried his head very low. â Okay. Iâll go back to work then.â
âGet lost. If this matter gets out, Iâll make you regret it!â Samantha stomped to the bathroom on her high
heels to fix her makeup without noticing a tall and well-built figure
standing stiffly on the other side of the
corridor.
Eric Fergusonâs face turned cold and
glum. His eyes were stern and
intimidating as he pulled over a waiter
nearby.
âWhich room is Nicole in?â âHuh? Mr. Ferguson?â Anyone who came in and out of this private club was
rich and famous, so the waiters here went through the basic training of recognizing the elites. That
waiter immediately recognized Eric Ferguson and was scared senseless that his face tumed pale.
âTell me!â âA-At r-room 3888.â The waiter stammered subconsciously. He could not afford to mess with
Chairman Zeller, but Eric Ferguson was on a whole other level. Eric turned around and left, exuding a
penetrating chill. ln Private Room 3888. Chairman Zeller smiled lewdly as he reached out to touch
Nicoleâs hand on the table.
However, he did not manage to touch her. Nicole picked up the wine glass and gently swirled the wine
in it
with her long slender fingers that looked
like a work of art.
The middle-aged man took out an old car
key from his bag and threw it on the
table. âMs. Nicole, this car is yours.â
Nicole stared at the car key for a long
time and suddenly laughed coldly. â
Samantha Lindt took more than I did,
right?â
Mr. Zeller sized her up with his lecherous
eyes. âMs. Nicole, with your looks,
Samantha surely canât compare to you.
When this project is completed, there will
be a bigger surprise waiting for you.â
Nicole inadvertently found out how
Samantha Lindt had gotten to where she
was today.
âGreat, Iâll just clean it up in the meantime.
âLetâs have a drink and celebrateâ¦â Mr.
Zeller could not wait to raise his glass of
wine.
In the next second, Nicoleâs phone on the
table suddenly fell to the ground. Mr.
Zeller bent down and picked it up, then
presented it to Nicole like it was a
treasure Nicole raised her glass and
clinked it with his. He then chugged it all ln one go.
Nicoleâs glass of wine only touched her
lips. but under Mr. Zellerâs eager gaze,
she deliberately hesitated for a moment
before she took a sip. The corners of her
lips were dyed a slightly dark red, which
added to her charm.
Mr. Zeller smiled in satisfaction and
leered at Nicoleâs intoxicating beauty. He
went over and put the Audi keys in her
hand as he coaxed. âAs soon as we reach
a deal, Iâll buy you a new Audi.â
Nicoleâs face sank and did not have time to react before she suddenly heard Mr
Zellerâs shocked cry. He was kicked to
the ground!
Suddenly, someone tugged on her wrist
fiercely and a cold voice came to her
ears. âThis wine is spiked. Did you drank:
t?â