Nicole had not strolled around the streets here, so she was just walking around aimlessly.
Unknowingly, she walked to the end of a street.
She was a little lost and looked around, seemingly a little confused. When she raised her eyes, she saw a bar.
After thinking about it, Nicole walked in.
The music inside was deafening, but there was not much of a crowd. Nicole swept a glance, then walked t o the private area and went to a booth.
She was a little tired and wanted to relax.
However, not long after, someone stood in front of her and blocked the light.
Nicole frowned, raised her head, and saw a few people in front of her.
Autumn was one of them. Behind her were a few fraillooking men with outstanding looks and figures. Their strong perfume made Nicole feel unpleasant.
Nicole suppressed her heart’s doubt and acted calmly.
"What a coincidence, Ms. Ferguson."
Autumn smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Stanton, we’re really fated to meet. Why are you alone? You don't mind if we all sit together and have some fun,
right?"
Nicole's facial features were picturesque, and her smile was playful.
"If I mind, will you leave with your friends?"
Autumn's expression stiffened, so much so that she could barely hold her smile.
She curled the corners of her lips.
"Ms. Stanton, this isn't Atlanta, and you don’t own this bar, so you don’t call the shots here."
Nicole lowered her eyes in disgust, picked up the bag next to her, and stood up.
"Fine, then suit yourself. I'm leaving.”
Nicole was not in the mood to argue with this woman.
Suddenly, Nicole felt that all Ferguson women were very annoying, whether it was Ingrid or Autumn.
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