Read of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
Clayton sneered in his heart.
Those good words about him were because he could show a side of himself that he wanted others to
see.
He did not say those words himself, so he would not admit it.
Ann’s smile became completely strained. She looked at him with a cold gaze.
“Fine, then I’ll get to the point. Mr. Sloan, why don’t we make a deal?”
Clayton looked at her silently.
In Nicole’s home.
Yvette drank cup after cup, cursing as she drank and venting out all her aggression and resentment.
When she drank until she vomited, Nicole and Julie helped her to the bathroom to wash up, then took
her to the bed to rest.
The two of them also drank a lot, but at least they were still conscious.
Julie looked at the time. It was almost 10:00 pm.
“I have to go back.”
Nicole held her forehead. “It’s already so late. Just stay the night before leaving.”
Julie shook her head. “I can’t. I have a flight to Milan early tomorrow morning. I have a very important
show.”
Then, she walked to the table to get her phone. Turning it on, she realized that it was the wrong one.
“This is Yvette’s phone. Give it to her when she wakes up.”
Nicole nodded.
Suddenly, Julie narrowed her eyes and looked at the empty screen.
She showed it to Nicole.
“One whole night, but that man really didn’t even give Yvette a single call…”
Julie sighed. “Yvette’s relationship is too rough. That man doesn’t care as much about her as she
thought, right?”
Nicole laughed.
“If he cared, it wouldn’t be us chasing after her but him.” Julie felt that there was truth in those words.
She hoped that Yvette would be able to get out of this fruitless relationship in time. She took her bag
and went to put on her coat. Nicole made a phone call. “Wait a few minutes. I’ll have the driver drop
you off. You drank, so don’ t drive yourself.”
Julie nodded and did not refuse.
After a while, the driver arrived, and Julie left.
Nicole propped herself up and poured Yvette a cup of water, placing it at the bedside table. She
planned to go back and wash up before sleeping.
Just after she washed up, the doorbell rang.
Nicole thought about it and went over to open the door.
Sure enough, it was Clayton.
She narrowed her eyes, a little drunk. Her face was slightly flushed.
“Aren’t your fingerprints registered? Why didn’t you just come in?”
She had to come all the way to open the door for him! Clayton laughed and pinched her soft cheeks.
She was really bright and beautiful.
Even when drunk, Nicole was still so charming.
“Ms. Quimbey is probably still here, right? It won’t be convenient if I just come in by myself.”
Clayton was considerate and thoughtful. There really was no one more thoughtful than him.
Nicole smiled. Her eyes were foggy and misty.
She reached out and hugged him, nuzzling against his chest. “Is the party over?”
Clayton used a hand to hold her waist and the other hand to stroke her hair. His voice was low and
raspy, full of affection and tenderness.
“Yes, I left when it was almost over.”
Nicole laughed. “Fortunately, you stayed until the end. Otherwise, Old Master Carter would have called
and complained to my father!”
Clayton smiled and murmured in her ear. “Then how are you going to thank me?” He started to push
his luck.
Nicole snorted and did not answer. Clayton refused to give up and almost bit her ear to cajole her.
“Come upstairs with me?” He had originally been joking on a whim, but when he saw her bewildered
and beautiful face, he could not move his feet. Her delicate waist was right in his arms. How could he
remain indifferent? Before Nicole could react, Clayton held her waist and took a step back. Then, he
closed the door behind her, got on the elevator, and sealed her mouth with a kiss.
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