The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 171

"Satisfied now?” Nicole glanced at Eric and inadvertently saw the caller ID on his phone.

She suddenly felt breathless as if she had been hit hard by something.

A dense pain flooded her chest.

Nicole immediately turned away, stepped on the gas pedal, and drove away without waiting for Eric to respond.

She felt a little soreness in her eyes and forced out a cold laugh. 'So, this is how he named me? Missus? I was his missus, but not anymore. I no longer fit this title.'

Eric watched as Nicole’s car faded away and looked down at the caller ID. 'Missus?'

Those memories from before their divorce felt like a dream, and they came flooding out at once.

Eric felt a dull pain in his chest as if a hand was ruthlessly squeezing his heart, so much so that his breathing became a little heavier.

He was to blame for losing Nicole, who used to love him so much.

Now, he had to try and win her back slowly. It was simply retribution!

His phone suddenly rang again.

It was a call from Ingrid. "Brother, Grandpa asked you t o hurry back..."

"Got it."

Before Ingrid could finish her sentence, Eric hung up o n her. He took a deep breath and tried hard to divert his attention, but that did not make him feel any better.

Ingrid reluctantly hung up the phone. She had intended to gloat at Eric, but he did not give her the opportunity.

Eric had sold off his shares in Gemini Entertainment t o Nicole, which helped her to become the actual controlling shareholder.

Old Master Ferguson was furious when he found out and was so angry that he almost fell ill.

Ingrid had been reprimanded by her grandfather since she failed to apologize to Nicole last time. Now that her grandfather's target changed to Eric, Ingrid was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Once Eric's car appeared at the Ferguson Villa, the low and heavy air pressure inside the house lifted slightly.

As soon as Eric opened the door, the butler immediately welcomed him. "Young Master, the Old Master is waiting for you in the study.”

Eric nodded and went upstairs without an expression.

Just as he reached the door, a teacup was thrown at him. Eric dodged sideways with a cold gaze. 1

"You still have the cheek to come home?!" Old Master Ferguson sat inside the study. The atmosphere inside was extremely oppressive.