The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)

Chapter 15 Pour Wine

Ingrid Ferguson, who was gambling her money away i n 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 Mediania, 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. 1

"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!" 2

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." 1

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, s o 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 m e."

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!" 2

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 o n the shoulders. Nicole shoved Ingrid and said close Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

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!”