The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 929 Your Fake Classmate

Nicole could not be bothered to look at her. She would not have come if she had known that a piece of garbage would keep pestering her like this. It was just disgusting!

"I'm not interested."

Ava brushed her hair. Her eyes were smug.

"Mr. Clayton Sloan will be coming today. Did you know that?"

Hearing the words "Mr. Clayton Sloan" made Nicole's footsteps lurch.

Nicole's eyes held a bit of coldness when she looked at Ava. "You mean, your date is Clayton Sloan?"

Ava squeezed her wine glass when she saw Nicole's cold gaze.

"Yes, sorry to disappoint you. He'll be here soon. You didn't expect that, did you?"

Even if there was a large disparity in strength between her and Nicole, Ava felt that it was worth it a s long as she could annoy Nicole a little.

Thus, Ava started to lie with a completely straight face.

Ava lied as easily as she breathed.

Nicole sized her up with a vague smile. "Yes, I really

didn't expect that."

Ten minutes ago, Clayton had still been apologizing to Nicole for being late and not being able to enter the venue with her.

Nicole wanted to see if Ava would feel embarrassed when she was finally forced to eat her own words.

Ava's sultry eyes were signaling to Nicole that she and Clayton did not have a pure relationship just so that Nicole would misunderstand.

"Ms. Stanton, you have many suitors, so you won't care about this one, right? After I left Cyndro International, I was lost for a few days. Fortunately, Mr. Sloan's companionship got me out of those dark days. Now that I think of it, our souls are really too compatible. He often sends me messages to encourage me to be strong, which was how I got the determination to start over..."

Ava's started a self-absorbed story about her relationship with Clayton. She thought that Nicole would get angry or disappointed.

However, strangely, Nicole was smiling instead.

Just as Ava was about to ask what Nicole was smiling about, Nicole waved behind her.

Ava turned around.

Clayton walked over with a smile, his figure was tall, and his face was warm. He really did not have the appearance of a typical businessman.

Ava was stunned, but she immediately changed her expression. She put on a charming smile and went over to greet him, but he completely ignored her.

Clayton walked over to Nicole and smiled gently as he apologized in a low voice.

"I'm really sorry for making you wait so long. I rushed over as fast as I could."

Nicole raised her brows and saw that Ava's face had become unsightly.

Ava gritted her teeth and walked over. "Mr. Sloan, missing you one day is like being separated for three years..."

She deliberately pushed out the two lumps of meat on her chest. It was also a weapon in the workplace.

If a man's eyes lingered on it for more than three seconds, that meant she could sleep with them to win them over.

Clayton tilted his head and gave her an indifferent glance. He frowned in confusion. "Have we met?"

Ava froze.

Nicole could not help but laugh. "You don't remember? Ms. York used to be a capable employee of Cyndro International. She even treated us to lunch!" Clayton nodded in realization. "Oh, your fake classmate!"

Nicole raised her brows. Clayton really hit the nail on

the head.

He did not leave any dignity for others.

Ava looked at the two people laughing at her and was suddenly confused.

Their relationship did not feel right. It was completely different from their last meeting!

"Ms. Ava said that she often contacts you on WhatsApp. How could you not recognize her?"

Nicole looked at Clayton meaningfully.

Clayton smiled and immediately took out his phone, handing it over to Nicole.

"You know the password. How could I contact others?"

Ava's heart sank slightly.

"Mr. Sloan..."

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