Nicole was pulled to the table, and Clayton served her some soup. She originally had no appetite, but she suddenly felt hungry.
After breakfast, Nicole also sobered up and went to get dressed.
Clayton had already cleaned up and looked at her with a warm gaze.
Let s go.
Nicole smiled, and the two went out together.
Downstairs at Stanton Corporation, before getting out o f the car, Nicole saw an unexpected person standing there, waiting.
For who?
Naturally, it was for Nicole.
Nicole narrowed her eyes, and the smile on her face faded.
Clayton also saw the woman. "You don't want to see her? Shall I tell Logan to come downstairs to pick you up?”
Nicole did not care and smiled. "No need. I'm going in."
She opened the door and got out.
Before Nicole could reach the entrance, she was unsurprisingly stopped.
Angie looked at Nicole with a deep gaze, then smiled a t Clayton.
"Ms. Stanton, are you interested in having a short chat?"
Nicole said, "Sorry, I'm not interested."
She had nothing to say to Angie. Why should she be interested in a stranger she had nothing to do with?
"Ms. Stanton, I'm about to get married to Mr. Ferguson. As an ex-wife, don't you have anything you want to say?"
Angie did not lower her voice, drawing the attention o f the people around her.
Even though they knew that Nicole’s identity was not someone they could gossip about, curiosity really killed the cat. Many people perked up their ears to listen and watch.
Nicole stopped in her tracks and gave Angie an indifferent side-glance.
Angle's dress today was different from the past. She did not imitate Nicole's makeup, so she looked completely unlike Nicole now.
Angie originally had a wheat-colored skin tone. Her build was the taller type, but her eyes hid a sharp killing intent.
Although Nicole’s attitude and temperament were cold, there was no danger in her gaze.
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