The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 479 Can't Explain

Nicole changed into a long black dress. She looked noble and aloof. The high heels were also her favorite brand and style. She let out a sigh of relief and remembered what just happened. She picked up the phone and called Luca. "Tell Ivy Harrison to come up."

Luca responded, "Yes, Miss."

Nicole took a deep breath. As soon as she came out of the room, she saw Kai's assistant, Demi, waiting at the door.

"Ms. Stanton, Kai was worried about you being alone and asked me to follow you around tonight."

Nicole agreed since she was short of staff anyway.

She smiled. "Great! Wait here for Ms. Harrison, I'll come up later. I have something to say to her."

Demi nodded. "Don't worry, Ms. Stanton."

"It's almost time, so I'll go downstairs first."

Nicole smiled faintly and went downstairs. She was not someone who would put up with unreasonable people.

The lighting arrangements were ready in the theater hall. There was only one seat left in the front row, which was between Eric and Clayton.

Nicole paused in her footsteps. 'Great, what a suffocating seating arrangement.'

During Nicole's hesitation, Clayton spotted her and waved at her, so Nicole walked over naturally and sat down.

Eric's gaze was unchanged, nor did he greet her gently as he usually did. He seemed like he was still angry at what happened earlier.

Nicole breathed a sigh of relief. 'Awesome!'

Clayton smiled and spoke in a low voice, "Kai has a really strong appeal. The whole audience came for him."

Nicole was very happy to hear someone praising her brother, but she was still modest.

"My brother is just good-looking, acts well, and has a nice personality."

The corners of Clayton's lips stiffened, then he nodded approvingly as his smile deepened.

Eric, who was on the other side of Nicole, did not speak. His face just became increasingly glum.

The last scene of the act ended.

An assistant handed over three cups of coffee.

Clayton handed it to Nicole, who passed it on to Eric.

Eric froze for half a second. His expression eased as he reached out to take it.

In the next second, the cup somehow leaked before he could hold it steady.

The coffee spilled on his clothes. Eric wrinkled his eyebrows. He had OCD and simply could not tolerate his soiled clothes until the end of the play.

When Eric stood up, the assistant was faster than Eric and took his cane. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ferguson..."

Eric swept a stern glance at the assistant and took his cane, then looked at Nicole. "I'm going to get changed first."

Nicole nodded and sat back down again.

The assistant looked somewhat familiar.

Not long after Eric left, Nicole stood up and quietly went out of the hall.

Toto had informed Eric of his room number in the lounge.

Eric stepped out of the elevator and found the room. When he walked in, it was dark inside.

He casually turned on the lights and saw a lady's purse and dress on the large soft sofa.

His eyes were cold and stern.

In the next second, the bathroom door opened.

A drenched woman wrapped in a bath towel came out from inside. The small towel barely covered the vital parts. It was quite a sight.

This woman was none other than Ivy Harrison.

Eric's face was extremely glum. His eyes were cold, sharp, gloomy, and frightening.

"Who told you to come?" His voice was surprisingly cold.

Ivy was startled and froze for a few seconds. She then grabbed the bath towel that looked like it was about to fall off with reddened cheeks. "Mr. Ferguson... W-Why are you here?" Eric's gloomy eyes carried extreme disdain and cold indifference.

"Get out..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ivy suddenly covered her chest and screamed. She then hid behind Eric's body.

A group of reporters with their equipment suddenly appeared at the door. The camera flashes were incessant.