Yvette patted Nicole's shoulder.
"If you hate it, just think of Xander as Eric's replacement and torment him. If you like it, just obsess over Xander, which will exasperate Eric to death! No matter how you look at it, you won't lose out!"
Nicole smiled faintly. "You guys sure are my besties, huh?"
"That’s for sure!" The two ladies spoke in unison.
Ian, who was on the side, coldly snorted. "You girls only know how to goof around..."
Nicole's eyes lit up and scooted over to him excitedly.
"Carter, what do you have in mind?"
'A business idea, perhaps?'
Ian smiled lazily and scrolled through his phone.
"I still have eight hundred pounds of potatoes that I haven't sold, do you wanna help?"
Nicole was speechless.
Julie coldly snorted. "Carter wanted me to help him pull customers for his agricultural produce at a big fashion show abroad. Do you think it’s appropriate?!”
Ian glared at Julie with dissatisfaction. "What's not appropriate about it? Do people in the fashion industry not eat, drink, and shit?!"
Nicole sighed and sat there alone. She had nothing more to say to her oddball friends.
She could not ignore that cool Eric lookalike that was sitting next to her. Although it was not Eric, that man's presence still felt suffocating, which made her breathing a little anxious.
Perhaps it was an aftermath of being with Eric.
After sitting for a while, Nicole intended to go out to get some air.
However, the door was blocked by a lot of reporters with their cameras.
Nicole’s face changed slightly. The people inside also noticed the reporters. Julie was drunk and stood in front of Nicole.
"What are you guys doing?"
"Ms. Nixon, we're reporters. We got the news that famous models all around the world are planning to develop their careers in Mediania. We want to ask how the talks are going?"
"Yes, who among them agreed to stay in Mediania?"
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