Chapter 834

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

Nicole finally raised her eyes and seriously sized up the bartender. ’Is he trying to flirt with me? He’s
pretty good- looking though, with beautiful features and seductive eyes. I gotta say, he’s quite attractive.
No wonder he dares to be so blatant. I’m afraid that many young lady customers are drooling over his
face.’

Unfortunately, Nicole had seen too many good-looking guys and she did not like his type.
She hooked her lips and said in a clear and light voice, “I don’t like this cocktail.”
The bartender smiled frivolously. “So picky, huh?”

It was not like he had never met a woman who did not pay for the bill, so he did not care.
After all, the woman he hooked up with could spend hundreds of thousands here, so the boss could not
wait to hold him up.
Nicole smiled lazily. “Aren’t you too blindIy confident to use a cup of cheap cocktail to pick up women?”
The person opposite was stunned.



The colorful lights flickered dimly in every corner.

The bartender narrowed his eyes and sized her up. He thought that she looked familiar like he had seen
her before, but he could not remember.
Before he could explore carefully, an exquisitely dressed woman came down from the spiral staircase
and ran over to take Nicole’s hand.

“Nicole, what are you doing here? Let’s go up!”







Nicole did not even look at the bartender and helplessly followed Yvette upstairs. The bartender
recognized Yvette, who could spend a minimum of hundreds of thousands of dollars at the wave of her
hand. The boss said that she was a valuable guest, so she could not be offended. The bartender
thought, ’Was I mistaken? Yvette just called that woman Nicole?’ A big hand slapped his shoulder at that
moment.

The bartender trembled with fear. “Boss?”



That boss looked at the two ladies’ disappearing figures upstairs and sighed. He looked at the bartender
with a seeming smile. “That lady earlier isn’t someone you can get your hands on. When we first opened,
the police and fire departments took turns coming over to find trouble just because she met a few punks
after she left our bar. I almost went out of business…” The bartender’s face paled. “Boss, is she that
Nicole?”

The boss nodded. “She is!”

Nicole followed Yvette upstairs. She did not know anyone in Yvette’s private room.

Yvette’s family business was not in the same industry as Stanton Corporation, so it was excusable that
Nicole did not know them.
However, Nicole still greeted the others very politely.

The three people were accompanied by their assistants.

Yvette’s assistant was also pouring wine on the side.



One of the younger ones in the room, Sean Moore, was handsome and distinctive-looking with deep
features and a pair of glistening eyes that kept staring at Yvette. His black eyes glittered under the
backlight. His eyelashes were thick.

Sean seemed to be scheming something, which looked obvious. He looked very shrewd. Fortunately,
Yvette could still handle this kind of occasion. It was not at all awkward because they were joking and
laughing. Yvette only wanted to sign the contract as soon as possible. Nicole saw through it but did not
say anything.

A few people began to toast each other. Yvette did not squirm and drank a few glasses at once.
Nicole watched from the side and blocked a few glasses for her.
A few glasses later, Yvette was worried about Nicole’s injury and refused to let her drink more.
Nicole sat on the side and watched them start playing games.
This was a very old-fashioned guessing game, which Yvette was good at.
However, when Yvette met Sean Moore, she felt that it was a bit overwhelming.
He was a good player that was the best at this kind of game. The surrounding people coaxed him.
“Drinking is meaningless. Let’s change our way of playing…”
Yvette drank earlier, so her smile was slightly drunken and very charming.

“Sure, but we’ll play one last time. If I win, you must sign the contract!” “And what if you lose?” Someone
asked her.

Yvette pondered for a moment. Sean Moore, who stared at her all night, said, “If you lose, I want to get a
hot French kiss from you, Ms. Quimbey.”






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