The mall manager thought, 'Why was I so insistent to stuff the prize to this woman, who wanted to refuse earlier?'

He instantly felt like he was walking toward his death.

The mall manager licked his dry lips and said, "Uh... $5 0 million is not a small amount, so I'll have to ask the management..."

He said with a guilty conscience.

His voice turned hoarse.

Nicole blinked. "Aren't you the general manager? Can't you make this decision? Otherwise, I can call your boss and ask for it..."

She took out her phone as she said this.

"Wait! Of course, I can make the decision. Miss, please leave your bank account number and name. I promise that you'll receive this $50 million later." The general manager gritted his teeth and made a promise.

If this matter reached Eric's ears, the general manager would lose his job because he violated the lottery and wanted to renege on the promise.

Nicole smiled without changing her expression. She put away her phone and left her contact information

and account number.

"Thank you, I really like this prize."

After Nicole thanked the mall manager, she left with Clayton.

The mall manager was speechless and thought, 'I will never hold any more raffle activities like this again!'

Clayton turned to look at Nicole, who had a bright smile and looked to be in a good mood.

"Did you have your purchases delivered to your hotel?"

Clayton also did not expect her purchasing power to be so strong.

Nicole raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, it's probably there by now."

"I wonder if Mr. Ferguson will feel heartbroken when he replaces out."

Nicole raised an eyebrow. "They asked for it!"

She paused for a moment. "But how can Ferguson Corporation have such brainless subordinates? He's clearly rushing to get himself into trouble."

Nicole mumbled a few more words, laughed lightly, and walked back.

Clayton followed her. "Why didn't you go home?"

"I don't wanna go back."

Nicole said as she looked at the time. It was 7:58 pm.

Two minutes left.

She paused for a moment and saw a cafe next door, so she went in and sat down.

Clayton was a little puzzled, but he did not probe further.

At exactly 8:00 pm.

Logan sent Nicole a photo of Atlanta's cityscape. According to Eric's request, all the major LED screens were displayed with the words: "I, Nicole Stanton, would like to thank Eric Ferguson, the best person in this world!"

The coffee was served. It was warm and creamy.

Nicole thanked the waiter, picked up the cup, and took a sip.

The lump in her throat instantly felt more relieved.

This one minute felt extended as if time was frozen.

The message was too conspicuous, so the whole city would be able to see it.

The last time such a scene occurred was when Floyd bought out the entire city's LED display for Nicole's birthday.

This time, the two people who already attracted a lot of attention, were once again pushed into the limelight.

Ferguson Corporation.

Eric felt at ease as he looked down from his office.

This angle and position provided an excellent view of half the city.

The moment he saw those words on the six large screens from where he was standing, he knew that Nicole had not gone back on her word.

Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief on the side because Eric was looking forward to this minute for a whole day.

Eric hooked his lips. His cold and pensive mood finally dissipated.

He turned to Mitchell and said in a clear voice that was full of certainty. "You see, she actually likes me."

Mitchell was speechless. 'Why did he say that?'

Eric's tone was clear and cold. His side profile was half -immersed in the shadows. He looked inscrutable.

He swirled a glass of red wine in his hand under the radiant light.

"She never took my words to heart before, but now she's starting to listen, which means that she's showing her love to me."

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