Gerard felt that he had already tried his best to bring Nicole to Eric, since the people in Stanton Corporation were all wary of him, especially Nicole's assistant, Logan, who was preventing this situation.
Looking from a distance, Gerard felt that the two people seemed to be from different worlds.
They did not seem to fit together at all.
The past is long gone.
Eric looked at Nicole with his bloodshot eyes that were strongly suppressing his surging emotions.
However, under Nicole's calm and indifferent gaze, Eric also had to act composed.
Eric hooked his lips. "It's fine if you don't remember. We can get reacquainted...”
He stretched out his hand, nervously waiting for her reaction.
After a short silence, Nicole slowly lifted her eyelids and let out a light laugh.
"There's no need for that. Let's wait until I recover my memory because how would I know that you're a good person?"
After saying that, Nicole looked past Eric to glance at Gerard, who was leaning against the car behind Eric.
Nicole smiled meaningfully, turned around, and walked away.
Eric’s body stiffened as he stood there. He felt a bone-piercing cold as if a bucket of ice water was poured over his head.
'How would I know that you're a good person?" Her tone when she said that sounded as if she recognized him, but it also did not seem that way.
A sense of guilt and coldness arose in his heart.
Eric was not so sure.
Gerard slowly walked up. He watched as Nicole got into her car and left.
Eric still did not move.
It was indescribably pathetic.
The influential Eric Ferguson who could turn tides in Atlanta also had this coming?
Gerard patted Eric’s shoulder.
"Mr. Ferguson, you already tried your best, s o just forget about it. Don't be late for your flight tonight.”
They got back into the car.
The car drove straight to the airport without stopping elsewhere.
This was Eric's last visit before he left, and i t was also the last chance he gave himself.
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