Nicole waited outside for a long time, but she did not get impatient.
She knew that it would take time for Yvette to end things with Sean. It was just a little too sudden for Sean.
Yvette probably got tired of it long ago.
Seeing Yvette come out, Nicole wound down the car window and waved her hand.
Yvette walked straight over and got in.
The moment she did, she let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, no one chased after her.
Yvette was really afraid of clingy relationships.
Just as she was about to speak, Yvette suddenly saw that the driver in front looked somewhat familiar. Her eyes immediately widened in surprise.
"Mr. Sloan? How did Nicole make you her driver?"
Clayton, who was in front, smiled.
"It's my pleasure."
Then, he started the car.
Nicole sat next to Yvette and looked over. Fortunately, Yvette did not cry, and her expression did not change.
It seemed like Yvette had really gotten over Sean.
"Did you make things clear with Sean?”
Yvette took out her phone from her bag.
"Mhmm, I've said everything I have to say."
Clayton cleared his throat. His voice was clear and deep.
"I haven't congratulated you yet, Ms. Quimbey. I wish you a happy marriage."
Yvette raised her brows and glanced at Nicole beside her.
"You told him so soon?"
Nicole pursed her lips in a smile. "He won’t blabber off to anyone."
Yvette chuckled and looked at Clayton in front.
"Don't just say that. Mr. Sloan, you're not married to Nicole yet, so you'll both have to give me separate gifts!"
Clayton laughed. "Of course."
Nicole looked at her speechlessly. "Ms. Quimbey, you really don't spare anyone!"
However, listening to Yvette's tone, Nicole figured that Yvette was genuinely not against this marriage.
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