Chapter 833

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

Nicole raised her eyes to look at Eric silently without making a sound.
She suspected that Eric drugged it.

Just in time, Logan came in with their coffee. “President, Mr. Ferguson, your coffee…”
Without another word, Nicole picked up a cup and drank it in one gulp.
Nicole felt the strong taste of coffee in her mouth. The salty
-sweet mix in her mouth was explosive and intense. Her expression eased as she slowly put the coffee
down. She was extremely elegant.
Nicole looked at Eric’s slightly grim face and Logan’s furrowed brow.
She smiled faintly and looked at Logan. ’the coffee is good. I want another cup…”
Logan’s keen gaze fell to the bowl of stew on the table and lingered for two seconds. He then fully
understood.

”Yes, President…”



Once Logan left, Eric narrowed his eyes, picked up the coffee, and took a sip, slightly disdainful. Nicole
took the tissue and gently wiped the corners of her mouth. She smiled politely. ”The stew is not bad.
Thanks.”

Eric let out a long breath of relief. The joy of success shone between his eyebrows.



“To express my apology, I’ll come every day to send it to you from now on.” Nicole’s face stiffened.
“There’s no need for such trouble.”





Eric stroked his brow. “It’s no trouble. I’ll just keep coming until you unblock me.” Nicole paused, took out
her phone, scrolled through it, and gave Eric a look. “I should reflect on myself. We’re business partners
after all, so I shouldn’t just block you as I please. Don’t worry, Mr. Ferguson, such a thing won’t happen in
the future.”

Nicole’s attitude was so clear and decisive, which Eric did not expect. She even guaranteed that it would
not happen again? Eric simply dared not think about it. His eyebrows were relaxed, but later, there was
also some disappointment from not being able to bring her food every day. What a pity!

Nicole thought, ’Please leave me alone!’



Eric received an urgent call from Mitchell. Eric’s face darkened slightly before he stood up. He glanced at
Nicole, who also stood up and was ready to send him off. Eric did not stay any longer and strode away
with his long legs. Finally, it was quiet.

Logan came in again with the coffee. Nicole raised her chin and said, “Throw this away.” Logan nodded.
Nicole usually liked stews, but this was the first time that she could not swallow it. ”Did Mr. Ferguson
make it himself?” Logan muttered. Nicole was stunned, but her face was expressionless. ’Right.. It really
isn’t Toto’s level. Eric actually made this stew for me?’

If it was anyone else, Nicole would probably be touched.

However, since it was Eric, Nicole suddenly wondered if this stew was poisoned.

Nicole did not have much going on in the afternoon when she received Yvette’s call. Yvette had an
important client and was afraid that she could not hand ie it, so she wanted Nicole to be there as moral
support. Nicole agreed to it without much thought.



She just did not expect the place to be in that newly opened bar with those hooligans. Nicole thought
about it and felt a headache coming on.

Since the place was booked, Nicole had no choice but to go.

When Nicole got there, the inside of the bar was finally normal with noisy, ear-splitting music, which
made people’s hearts surge with excitement. Once Nicole went in, many people whistled at her.

Nicole wore a light-colored shirt, which was tucked in a narrow skirt that outlined her thin waist and made
her legs look straight, long, and beautiful. Her figure was so sleek up to her ankle. Her leg injury had just
recovered, so her family did not allow her to wear high heels. Thus, she chose a pair of Iow-heeled
shoes, but it did not affect her clear and imposing aura.

Nicole ignored the extra stares.

She walked to the bar, sent a text message to Yvette, and waited downstairs. The bartender pushed over
a cocktail and stared straight at her face. Nicole lifted her eyelids. ”I didn’t order it.” The bartender said,
”It’s my treat.” ”Thanks, but no need.” The bartender pushed the QR code of his bank account to her. His
tone was implicit. “I’ve already paid for this, so if you don’t wanna accept it, you can transfer it back to
me…”






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