Nicole brushed the topic aside with a jest.
Everyone naturally could not fuss over whether she answered the question or not. After all, Ms. Stanton's temper was not to be messed with.
Clayton hung up her coat and held her waist gently. In fact, he was carefully protecting her belly. She knew but did not say anything.
Nicole paused and glanced at him.
"I didn't know you’d be here.”
Clayton smiled. "It's my fault for not telling you."
Nicole smiled and walked over to sit down. Clayton bent over to hold her chair. "Don't drink later. Ms.
Quimbey is over there...”
Clayton pointed in a direction. Yvette was sitting among a group of women playing bridge. She clearly saw Nicole, but she could not bear to leave because of the good cards in her hands.
She waved her hand to greet Nicole, who stood up with a smile.
"Okay, you can go socialize. I'll go find Yvette."
These people usually brought dates when socializing, but some people did not bring their wives. They all knew it in their hearts and simply did not say it out
loud.
After all, no one wanted to pry into other people's private lives. They were not paparazzi, so they were not that curious.
Clayton smiled and held her hand, walking her over. The woman on Yvette's other side took the initiative t o give up her seat.
"Ms. Stanton, come and take a look. Ms. Quimbey is killing it today! We're about to be overwhelmed. You should take over for me this round while I go get some air..."
The person who spoke was informed and smart. She was the best at reading social cues.
She was only here to show her face and was not really in the same class as these rich ladies.
Seeing Nicole come over, the woman quickly gave up her seat before anyone could chase her away.
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