The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 48

Inside the car, Nicole could hear the lovely and soothing sound of music that was like a refreshing stream of water to her ears. It was her favorite violin piece, "Serenade".

Nicole finally felt relaxed at this moment. She tugged a t the hem of her dress in fascination, seemingly thinking about something.

Grant glanced to the side at his sister. "Lil N, is Ian Carter pursuing you?"

He could see at a glance that there was something fishy with Ian Carter.

Nicole paused in her movements and was startled. " Nah, he's just fooling around. He’ll be back to normal i n a couple of days."

Grant looked away and laughed. "That's good.”

"You don't like him?"

That was strange. The Stantons always had a good relationship with the Carters. Otherwise, they would not have allowed Nicole to get close to Ian and Hugh.

"He’s had too many girlfriends, and his private life is too messy. He’s not suitable for you, but if you're happy ..." Grant was a little hesitant.

Nicole laughed. "What are you implying? How can I go for my friend? Besides, I'm not interested in men right

now. I just want to focus on my career!”

Grant was visibly satisfied with this answer. "Yes, men are nothing. You can have as many as you want. Just take things slow.”

'I must train my baby sister to become the world's richest woman!’

The driver in front thought, 'Eldest Young Master is a bad influence on the Young Lady...'

Tattle Bar.

Since Eric Ferguson called them out for drinks, his buddies, who were nearby, went there as long as they could make it.

Inside the private room, Eric already had several empty bottles in front of him before his friends arrived.

Keith tried to stop Eric, but he did not manage to and could only watch on the side.

Colton White and the others who came later were shocked to see this scene. Eric had not looked like this for many years. The last time he got so drunk was when Hendrick died.

"What's going on?" Their friends came in alarmed. " Why did you guys start drinking already?"

A glass of cold whiskey slipped down Eric's throat, but his face did not change in the slightest. He extended his hand. "Sit.”