Chapter 646
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Girls Should Not Get Into a Group Fight The bar manager rushed down to help the person up. âYoung
Master Ludwig!â Everyone surrounded Keith in a tight circle Nicole snorted coldly while Keith trembled.
The surrounding people gossiped as they watched âItâs over. Young Master Ludwig isnât someone who
could be offended! He certainly wonât let go of this woman.â
âYeah, will Young Master Ludwig call the police and falsely accuse her?â Manager, what should we do?
Should we give this woman away?â Keith struggled to open his eyelids and unlocked his phone.
âCall and ask my wife to pick me up. This song is very good. Donât look for trouble!â Keith could not
afford to offend Nicole, so he had to disassociate himself from her.
At that thought, Keith somehow passed out The bar manager shuddered and picked up Keithâs phone
to make a call for someone to pick him up.
Nicole said in a cold and clear voice, âHeâs divorced, so get his friend to come and pick him up.â With
that, she found Ericâs number on Keithâs phone and threw it back to the bar manager She then took her
bag and left the bar with Yvette. . The bar manager was apprehensive as he had some mental struggle
on who to call.
He called the contact named âWifeyâ first. However, it was disconnected in less than a ring It seemed
like this man was really divorced.
The next thing he did was call Eric Ferguson Eric heard this and was not bothered with the drunken
Keith, so he sent someone to pick Keith up and did not show up himself Once Nicole and Yvette came
out of the bar, a cold gust of wind made them shiver The two ladies looked at each other and smiled.
âYouâre almost drunk. Pâll send you home. âYvette looked at the time and suddenly remembered that
she did not drive âWhereâs your car?â Nicole replied, âMy driver sent me here.â Yvette blinked. âWhat a
coincidence. Me tool Nicole took out her phone and comforted her.
âIâll get my brother to pick us up You can stay at my place tonight.â As she said this, a shadow suddenly
flashed past them. Nicole did not notice it because the alcohol delayed her reaction speed. After that,
her hand was empty. In the shadows opposite them a few colorful-haired punks flashed a malicious
smile Nicole and Yvette looked at each other.
They met trouble This bar was newly opened and was still unclaimed territory, so naturally, gangs
would target the area âYo, these two chicks are pretty hot! Wanna have some fun with us?â They
whistled like hooligans and looked like they were determined to get what they wanted. It was two weak
ladies against a group of gangsters. They were adamant like hungry wolves that came across little
sheep When Nicoleâs phone was stolen, she mostly sobered up.
Her eyes were cold and stern as she stared at them âGive me back my phone.â âWhat will you do if I
donât give it back? If you kiss me, I can consider it.â Nicoleâs face was glum. These minions were no
match for her. However, Yvette did not know how to fight, so Nicole was afraid that Yvette would get
hurt accidentally if they were to get into a fight. While Nicole was hesitating the hooligan who talked the
most suddenly screamed and fell on the ground while holding his head.
A rock was thrown at his head, and blood was flowing profusely. The person who came slowly from the
entrance of the bar with a black shirt and pants Jooked completely different from his usual gentle and
modest temperament âClayton Sloan?â Nicole blinked and thought she was hallucinating Clayton had
such a ruthless look that for a moment, she surprisingly thought that he was Eric Clayton dusted off his
hands as if the rock he touched earlier was dirty. âMr. Sloan? Nicole was a little surprised. She was in
the bar earlier but did not even see Clayton there Clayton smiled gently at her.
âMs. Stanton, please wait for a moment. Iâll send you back later.â Those punks saw that Clayton was
alone, so the fear earlier turned into anger. They then screamed and rushed up to Clayton Nicole was
just about to help Clayton out, but Yvette pulled her back with a deadly grip. âNikki, donât be impulsive!
You wonât be able to get a boyfriend if you get into a group fight like this!â