The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 3

Eric's eyes sank and his face was stormy as he yelled," Nicole! What are you doing?!”

The man’s voice was cold.-

'He showed up fast enough. Was he so afraid that I’d hurt Wendy?’ Nicole thought.

Wendy pouted and looked panicked. Her eyes suddenly brimmed with tears as she covered her cheek and looked behind Nicole. She argued in a loud voice, "I didn't do anything, Nicole. You misunderstood me."

'Is Nicole crazy? How dare she hit me in front of Eric?'

Nicole sneered. "Stop your act. I know it's you."

With a seeping cold gaze, Nicole walked to Wendy and took out the printed picture of Eric from her bag, then flung it in front of them.

Eric looked at the photo and had a moment of shock and confusion. Wendy’s face also instantly turned glum and pale.

He had a long day yesterday, so when he visited Wendy at the hospital, he dozed off for a while. It was apparent that this photo was secretly taken at that time.

The only other person in that room then was Wendy Quade.

Thus, Eric knew who had taken this photo. Wendy wanted to stab Nicole in the heart, but she did not expect to shoot herself in the foot.

How could Wendy still maintain her image of a pitiful meek woman?

In the past, Nicole would still care about Eric's presence, but now, there was no need for that anymore.

Nicole smiled indifferently, and her voice was surprisingly cold. "I told you that I'm here to settle accounts. This is what you owe me. Wendy Quade, you're the homewrecker in this situation. Are you satisfied now? I wish you all the best in replacing me a s Mrs. Ferguson."

Without much thought, Eric could guess how Nicole got this photo. He suddenly felt a little suffocated. His expression was cold and complex.

Eric's face was still as cold as ever when he looked at Wendy's sickly pale face with a stern gaze.