Pour Wine
Ingrid Ferguson, who was gambling her money away in Germany on the
other side of the Atlantic, was oblivious to the fact that news of her
stealing her family’s jewelry went viral back home.
Her reputation was ruined. Once Ingrid returned to the States, the
ladies in her elite circle looked at her with contempt.
Moreover, the person who started all of this was Nicole, who they had
kicked out of the Ferguson family.
Now that Ingrid saw Nicole in this restaurant, she clenched her teeth in
anger. In the past, Ingrid looked down on Nicole’s unknown origins and
trampled all over her. When she saw Nicole again, she went to find the
restaurant manager.
The manager heard the commotion and rushed over. All guests who
came to this restaurant had reservations and were all influential people
that they could not afford to offend.
“Ms. Ferguson, I’m really sorry…”
Ingrid glared at Nicole and wanted to slap her a few times to relieve her
anger.
“She’s affecting my mood for dinner. Get her out of here! We’re your
VIP customers!”
The manager turned around and was shocked to see Grant Stanton’s
handsome face turn glum.
The lady beside Grant Stanton stood by his side with a faint smile. She looked so beautiful and regal
with her long wavy hair draped at her back. She had glimmering eyes and stunning features and did
not look the slightest bit affected by Ingrid Ferguson’s outburst. The manager hurriedly went over and
respectfully bowed to greet them.
“Welcome, Mr. Stanton. Your table is ready. This way, please.” Ingrid’s face changed as she surveyed
Grant Stanton. A trace of amazement flashed across her eyes, but when she saw that he was holding
Nicole protectively, she frowned in dissatisfaction. “Hey! Did you not hear me? Get them out of here!”
Quinn sized up Nicole with disdain and echoed on the side. “Yeah, she should take a look at herself in
the mirror! How dare she come here? Nicole, do you think you can be arrogant with us after finding
yourself a sugar daddy? A woman who’s kicked out of the Ferguson family doesn’t have the right to
show up here!” Grant sneered.
His oppressive aura was overwhelming. “Kicked out of the Ferguson family? Your ability to twist a story
is pretty impressive! When did the Fergusons become so shameless?” He was furious and
wondered what kind of life Nicole had when she was staying with the
Fergusons.
Quinn froze. Her face turned red with anger as she looked at the
manager and ordered. “What are you still doing standing here? I don’t
want to see them!”
The manager’s face sank. He spoke decisively, “Mrs. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson, Mr. Stanton is a major
shareholder of our restaurant, so if you don’t want to see them, you may leave.” Quinn and Ingrid were
stupefied, and their expressions kept changing. Nicole chuckled. Her gaze was clear and indifferent.
Nicole turned to Grant. “Ignore them. It’s just a meal, so there’s no need for this impasse. I have
something to say to the two of them, so you can go in and wait for me.” Grant looked indignant, but
when he thought about the fact that Nicole was a changed woman, he felt reassured that she could
deal with this situation.
With a slight nod, Grant turned and walked in. He was astonishingly
obedient.
The remaining Quinn and Ingrid were not afraid of Nicole. Ingrid sat
there and snorted coldly. “At least you’re still self-aware. Our family
won’t care who’s your new sugar daddy. My brother has never once
fancied you, so I can make you vanish from Atlanta in a minute!”
Nicole looked down and smiled. Her eyes were indifferent. “Then…what do you want?” “How about
this…pour me a glass of wine and apologize. I’m sure you’re used to serving others like this. Didn’t you
do this often when you were staying with us? I’ll let you off the hook this once if you serve me well.”
Ingrid raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly as she waited for Nicole to bow to her and admit her
mistake. Nicole laughed, went up to pick up the decanter, then skillfully poured out a glass of wine and
handed it over. Ingrid hooked her lips in disdain. Before her hand could touch the wine glass, she felt a
chill over her head.
Every drop of wine in the glass that Nicole was holding spilled on Ingrid’s head. Before Ingrid had time
to scream or stand up, Nicole pressed her down on the shoulders. Nicole shoved Ingrid and said close
to her ear, “Ms. Ferguson, remember this.
I was the one who brought up the divorce. I’m the one that doesn’t want anything to do with your family.
If you dare bend the truth, I’ll show you which one of us will vanish from Atlanta!”
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