Chapter 1204

Read of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat

Eric guessed. He did not hear anyone else earlier. Nicole was most likely only followed by Logan.
Otherwise, she would not have gotten in the wrong car.

It was fate.

Nicole took a sip of coffee. As she swallowed the warm liquid, the heat immediately spread through her
limbs, making her feel like her whole body came to life.
Since Eric did not say anything excessive and they were still business partners, she naturally would not
make things too stiff.
Nicole smiled politely and detachedly. “The others came earlier. Logan and I were delayed by work until
today.”
After a pause, she spoke again. “Thank you for driving me, Mr. Ferguson.”
Eric’s gaze was deep. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he said nothing and looked in the other
direction.
Nicole was relieved.

She felt like Eric was being strange as if he became another person. Maybe he just turned back into the
person he originally was.
It was good.

He drove her away from his world. The car was silent for fifteen minutes. The car stopped at the Capitol.
Nicole was about to get out without saying a word, but Eric called out to her.

“Let’s have dinner together?”

Nicole raised her brows. “I’m on a business trip, so I’m very busy. Sorry.” Eric did not continue to speak
and fell silent. The chill around him had gotten slightly heavier. Mitchell naturally had the self-awareness



of being an assistant. Ms. Stanton was an esteemed person, so how could he let her open the door
herself? He immediately jumped out of the car and went to the other side to open the door. He placed his
hand under the roof, thoughtful and careful in every way. “Take care, Ms. Stanton.”

Nicole smiled and bent down to get out of the car quickly.

Even with high heels on, it did not affect her bold and natural beauty at all. “Thank you, Mitchell.
Goodbye.”

Mitchell nodded extremely politely and watched her walk into the building. He only closed the car door
after he saw Logan, who had been waiting there for a long time.

The client inside the car finally could not help but ask, “Mr. Ferguson, that lady just now was…”
Eric’s lips were pursed, and his tone was cold and depressed. “My ex-wife.”
The client’s expression changed a few times. He wanted nothing more than to bite off his own tongue.
“Oh, what an elegant woman…”

He knew nothing about Eric’s relationship history, but looking at the way these two interacted, he knew
that they did not get along.

“President, are we going back to the hotel now for the meeting?” Mitchell got into the car and took out his
phone, telling the people to set up the equipment. If everything went well, they would arrive at the
location in ten minutes.


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