Chapter 364
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Chapter 364 Donât Like Them
Nicole took pity on the boy because he was separated from his family. She first took him to the office and
asked Logan to take his photo to contact the police and find his family.
Lil Michael was very obedient and held her hand tightly, refusing to let go.
When they were about to leave, Nicole suddenly saw Christian and Xion Jenner walking in looking
excited and pleased with themselves.
Christian Jenner saw Nicole and walked over.
âMs. Stanton, I heard that you went to the amusement park and had a busy day?â
Nicole raised an eyebrow. âHeâs quite updated!â
Christian smiled meaningfully and could not hide his confidence. âMs. Stanton, you donât need to waste
your efforts. This time, Xion will negotiate the deal with Clayton Sloan, which will also benefit Stanton
Corporation. Youâll still be the Young Lady of the Stanton family anyhow.â
Xion Jenner laughed in the back. âOf course! Ms. Stanton, even if youâre not our CEO, youâre still the
largest shareholder of Stanton Corporation!â
Listening to their tone, it seemed as if they had already won.
Nicole let out a light laugh. âThen I wish you all the bestâ¦â
She did not say much and took Lil Michael away
âPretty Lady, you donât like them?â His voice was so adorable.
Lil Michael clearly heard them mention
Clayton Sloan. âThatâs my daddy!â
Nicole grunted and said, âTheyâre just a bunch of annoying flies. Sooner or later, Iâ ll swat them all out!â
âThen I donât like them either!â
âWhoever Pretty Lady hates, Iâll hate too!â
Nicole stroked his head. âMm.â
When the two of them went back to the Stanton Mansion, no one was home. Even Mr. Anderson
followed her father out.
Nicole was the only one who had to take care of Lil Michael.
â¦â¦
Inside the Presidential Suite of the famous Hilton Hotel.
A bodyguard and a maid stood there apprehensively as they cautiously looked at the man who was
flipping through some documents at his desk. They trembled in fear and felt the low air
pressure in the room.
Next to him stood a slightly older man that looked like a butler, who had just hung up the phone and gone
over.
âThereâs news! Young Master was taken away by a woman. Iâll send someone to pick up the Young
Master immediately and get that woman arrested to teach her a lesson!â
âDonâtâ¦â The maid hastily spoke as she carefully looked at the expression of the man in front of the
desk.
âMaybe⦠Young Master wants to follow her willinglyâ¦â
The butler snorted coldly. âHow old is the boy? What does he know? That woman mustâve kidnapped our
Young Master to ask for random! Mr. Sloan, we canât let that woman get away with this!â
The maid looked at the bodyguard on the side with difficulty and was hesitant to
speak.
The man in front of the desk had stern eyes. He looked mature and calm and had an overpowering and
unfazed attitude.
He coldly swept a glance at the maid and the bodyguard. âTell the truth.â
The two of them shuddered and immediately forgot all about their Young Masterâs instructions. They
closed their eyes and blurted out everything.
âMr. Sloan, Young Master didnât allow us to follow him. He said that he liked that pretty lady and wanted
to go home with herâ¦â
The room was incredibly silent.
âIâll go pick him up.â
Clayton Sloan knew his son well. If Michael did not willingly follow them, no one could take him away.
âPretty lady? What the hell?â
âMr. Sloan, should we punish that woman?â The butler could not help but speak.
Clayton gave him a look. âJust do as youâ re told.â
These words were a warning.
The butler stiffened slightly and answered reluctantly, âYes, sir.â
Stanton Mansion.
Nicole watched as Lil Michael and Tigger played together. The two of them were excitedly running
around on the carpet.
She was just about to go make some dinner when she heard someone open the front door.
Nicole turned around and looked at the man with deep, prominent features, standing at the doorway,
looking so grim. He had a strong, compelling aura that was comparable to Eric Ferguson.
She frowned and did not recall seeing this man before.
âWho are you?â