The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 895 Bear to Hurt Him

After Eric finished asking, he felt a dull ache in his heart in addition to the anger.

'Just because of one mistake I made in the past, anyone who did something wrong is now related to me? Why should I take the blame?' Eric thought.

Nicole looked at him calmly. "This was something your subordinate did. Do you think that anyone will believe you if you say that you didn't order it?" Unless this woman was too eager to please Eric.

To them, unconditional trust was something that did not exist.

Nicole believed in Eric once and was hurt for three years. Thus, she did not dare to believe in him any longer.

Eric's eyes were faintly dancing with flames, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He was furious.

However, when he was facing her, he still had to calm his emotions as much as possible.

His Adam's apple bobbed. His voice was low and hoarse.

"Fine, then let me tell you seriously. It's not me. This has nothing to do with me!"

Eric begged her not to look at him with those eyes. It was even more painful than if she stabbed his heart with a knife.

When Nicole saw the corners of his eyes turn red, a strange feeling flashed in her heart.

However, she immediately suppressed the strange feeling.

Rather than getting entangled with him like this, it was better to simply say the words clearly.

"It doesn't matter if it has nothing to do with you.

She's your subordinate, so take her away."

It was not something that he could extradite himself just by saying that it had nothing to do with him.

If he was not Eric Ferguson, would Ava have dared to rush up to do this for him?

Eric stared at her and only spoke after a long time." Nicole, are you so willing to hurt me?"

Across them, Clayton could not bear to watch any longer. Eric's reaction was somewhat unexpected.

Clayton stood up and walked over. "Mr. Ferguson, let's judge the matter as it stands."

Eric violently shoved Clayton away. His pent-up emotions exploded in an instant. His voice was extremely cold.

"F*ck off! Who do you think you are? Do you really think that I won't dare to touch you?"

Nicole stood up and glared at Eric with a cold glint in

her eyes.

"He's my boyfriend. Eric Ferguson, please show some respect."

In an instant, the expressions of the several people around changed dramatically.

Eric looked at Nicole with a shocked gaze. After a few moments of silence, his chest heaved violently. His eyes reddened as he suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Boyfriend? So, you did choose him after all. No matter what I do, you'll never look back at me. Is that it?"

Eric's voice was low, raspy, and somewhat desperate.

Nicole was silent before the corners of her lips suddenly curled into a smile.

"Yes, I will never look back. Didn't I say so before? No matter who I choose as my man, it'll never be you.

That's because I think that they'll be better than you n o matter what."

Eric's dark eyes stared at Nicole, his expression tight and ugly.

Nicole smiled gracefully and calmly, then spoke with a clear voice.

"Eric, no matter what, we were once married. Since I have a boyfriend now, you should give me your blessings instead. In the future, let's try not to contact each other outside of business. Also, make sure that your subordinates don't hang around in front of me. Otherwise, I won't let her off so easily next time."

Nicole used the gentlest tone to say the most ruthless words.

Behind them, Ava suddenly felt that she was facing a bottomless abyss.

Ava originally wanted to clear the obstacles around Nicole, but unexpectedly, she even accelerated the demise of Eric and Nicole's relationship. 'Eric must hate me now!'

After Nicole finished speaking, she turned to look at Clayton with a gentle gaze. "Let's go."

Clayton and Nicole were a pair now.

Clayton expressionlessly took their belongings and left with Nicole.

No one noticed that Eric's eyes had quietly turned red.

Ava walked over carefully. "Mr. Ferguson, I'm sorry..."

"Scram-"

Eric whirled around, full of rage. His eyes were bloodshot, gloomy, and ruthless.

He kicked a chair on the side.

No one dared to step forward.