The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)

Chapter 41 He Did It on Purpose

The lights flickered.

Nicole gently shook the glass of wine and stood in front of the railing on the second floor. She watched

the pretentious exchange of pleasantries of the people below.

Eric, who was walking over not far away, looked up at that instant and suddenly met Nicole's clear and

cold gaze.

Nicole faintly retracted her gaze and ignored the discomfort in her heart. That kiss on the dance floor

earlier made the crowd gasp. No one cared which of them actually made the wrong move at the end of

the dance. They were just waiting for a good show to happen between the ex-couple.

Any reaction on either of them would lead to endless speculation.

Thus, at the moment their lips touched, Nicole instantly turned her face to the side. Fortunately, the

music stopped and she drew back in time. She glanced coldly at Eric and turned away without looking

back.

Keith was joking with several people around Eric. After sending them away, he let out a sigh of relief

and looked at Eric, who had a cold and noble temperament. Keith frowned when he remembered the

scene earlier and subconsciously blurted out. "You did that on purpose during the dance, right?" NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Others might not be able to tell, but he knew that Nicole’s beat was on point. The problem was with

Eric.

Eric grew up in the gentry circle and received elite education on all sorts of social etiquette. How could

he be slow to react during the dance?

'Could it be intentional?' Keith thought.

Eric's dark eyes swept over Keith. His face was taut as he said, "No."

"That's good. Don't even think about that woman. I think I lost my mind to think so. That woman

must've done it on purpose. Hmph! She surely is good at scheming!"

Of course, Keith believed his best friend's words unconditionally.

Thus, those seeds of doubt disappeared in an instant.

The second floor of the banquet hall.

Grant was networking elsewhere while Nicole felt bored and looked around. Suddenly, she saw

someone waving at her from the doorway. The corners of her lips curved up into a smile as she waved

back in response. Ian Carter soon arrived in front of her.

"Carter, you're late..."

Ian leaned nonchalantly on the railing looking relaxed and unrestrained. "Well, I come whenever I want

to. If

I hadn't heard that you were here too, I wouldn't have bothered to attend such an event."

"Don't even. I know that your father forced you to come." Nicole rolled her eyes at him.

Ian was not the least bit embarrassed after getting exposed by Nicole. He just grinned and said, "My

purpose is always you."

Nicole wanted to say something when she inadvertently saw the people walking towards her. Her face

sank unhappily.

"Nicole, are you shameless? You’re already divorced from my brother, yet you still try to seduce him?

Do you still want to marry into our family? I’ll tell you now that our family will never accept a woman like

you!"

'Urgh, what kind of sh*tty luck do I have tonight?

Everyone I hate just keeps popping up... Ingrid came over with her groupies trying to show me who's

boss?’ Nicole thought.

Nicole had been in the limelight today, especially after that kiss. Everyone began to speculate about the

" reunion of the century" of this rich ex-couple.

'Remarriage? Nicole can dream on!’ Ingrid thought.

Ingrid Ferguson was more agitated than anyone else. I f it were not for her status as Young Lady

Ferguson, she would have jumped up and cursed at Nicole. 'How is this shameless lowly woman

worthy? Her dress should’ve been mine! This eyesore stole my moment o

f glory! Stupid Nicole took away all my attention!'

Nicole swept a glance at Ingrid and the few ladies behind her. Besides Ingrid, the others did not look so

hostile and were probably dragged over as backup.

'Ha! How childish!' Nicole thought.

"Yo, who’s this with the foul mouth?" Ian looked at Ingrid with a cold smile.

Whoever dared to bully Nicole in front of him was dead meat regardless of gender.

Ingrid turned pale and fiercely glared at Ian. "What does it have to do with you? Are you her lover?"

Ian was delighted. "Her lover? I like this identity."

Nicole suddenly felt a headache because of the noise. She helplessly glanced at Ian with a warning

intent. " Shut it."

She then swept an indifferent glance at Ingrid. "Ms. Ferguson, what do you want?"

Ingrid arrogantly lifted her chin and said, "Don’t think I don't know what you're up to. I know you kissed

my brother on purpose just now. Do you want my brother t o fall for you? Dream on!"