Chapter 800
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Nicoleâs face became twisted. Her gaze was like dense needles that stabbed at Eric. She wanted to
curse him. She also wanted to throw up! Grant was calm and snorted lightly.
He ignored Eric and walked forward. He then deliberately interpreted Ericâs cheesy words in other
ways. âHeâs saying that youâre too fat and take up too much space Nicole reacted to it and could not
help but break into a cursing fit. âEric Ferguson, f*ck you!â
Nicole felt like biting him. Saying that she had grown fat was the same as questioning a fashionistaâs
taste and doubting a womanâs self-control.
Although Nicole had been living the good life these days and did not go to the gym to exercise, the
people around her said that she had lost weight.
âEric F*ckerson! Heâs not only annoying but also blind!â Nicole thought.
Eric did not hear Grantâs words, so he did not understand why Nicole suddenly scolded him. He was so
indignant that he did not know what to say.
He mustered up the courage to say such a barefaced confession, which was so difficult for a
domineering president.
The several cars on the other side quickly disappeared on the road.
Eric was still standing there, looking a little hurt.
His figure was big, tall, and straight, incredibly striking. Toto coughed. âMr. Ferguson, letâs get in the
car?â Ericâs face was sullen as he got into the car. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. âWhy is she
angry again?â
Needless to say, he was asking Toto.
Toto instantly became alert. âMs. Stanton⦠Probably held back the whole journey.â âShe wanted to
scold you from the beginningâ¦â Toto thought. Eric was speechless. He swept a piercing gaze at Toto.
Toto trembled. âOr perhaps⦠She was too touched by your true confession?â Eric looked at Toto like
he was an idiot.
âDo I look like a fool to you?â Ericâs voice was cold and coarse.
Toto wimped out in seconds.
âYou donât say such sweet words often, so Ms. Stanton canât adapt to it for a while. You have to show
her your love more and sweet talk her more so that sheâll adapt to it. In this regard, we canât let that
hypocrite Clayton Sloan steal the show!â Clayton looked like he was good at saying flamboyant and
pleasant words. Eric certainly had the disadvantage when it came to sweet words.
The car was silent.
Eric closed his eyes to think. Toto let out a sigh of relief. It looked like Eric believed his words. They
went back to Ferguson Corporation, and Eric went directly to his office. Mitchell stopped Toto.
âToto, these days, some people are inquiring about our companyâs PR strategy. Last time, half of the
credit was yours. You wonât betray Mr. Ferguson and jump ship, right?â Such things abound in the
industry.
Public relations were particularly important because it could turn something dead alive and could also
kill the living.
If everyone in the industry knew about Toto, Mitchell was afraid that they would all be scrambling to
poach him.
Mitchell, as Ericâs main secretary, had the responsibility to pay attention to everyoneâs intention for Eric.
Once someone leaves, Mitchell would have to find a replacement in time to minimize losses.
Toto sighed. âMr. Ferguson and I are tight! Nothing can replace our feelings. Mr. Fergusonâs trust in me
has surpassed the relationship of a superior to a subord inate, so how could I jump ship?â
Totoâs matchmaking agency was still not open yet.
Rather than working for someone else, Toto preferred to be his own boss.
After a pause, Toto looked solemn and muttered, âEven if itâs for money, I wouldnât either.â
Who could be more generous than Eric Ferguson?
Toto stayed by Ericâs side. Those who wanted to poach Toto were the ones who were licking Ericâs
boots.
Currently, Toto only had to listen to one personâs orders and was above everyone else.
Toto became somewhat addicted to the position beside
Eric.
A sense of sublimity ensued.