The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Wendy Quade looked up and was slightly
stunned to see Nicole upstairs gently
swirling a glass of wine in her hand,
looking very relaxed. However, Nicole did
not bother to look at them and continued t
o watch the models in front of her.
Ingrid and Wendy walked to the stairs but
were stopped by the staff in the store.
“Sorry, the second floor is closed to the
public.”
Ingrid was infuriated. “What did you say?
What right do you have to stop us? I’m
your VIP guest, so why can’t I go
upstairs?! Your service attitude is
horrible! Just wait till I file a complaint
against you and make you lose your job!”
The staff smiled and spoke politely, “I’m
sorry, but we have important guests
upstairs that cannot be disturbed. The
first floor is still open for other
customers. If you wish to go to the
second floor, please come again
tomorrow.”
“No, I have an important event to attend in the evening, so it has to be today!”
Ingrid was a snob and full of herself. I’m
the Young Lady of the Ferguson family!
Who dares to neglect me?’
The staff had a difficult look on her face.”

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Ms. Ferguson, I’m sorry, but it’s really not
possible.”
Wendy pulled Ingrid’s arm from the side.”
Forget it... Perhaps they do have some
important people upstairs... Let’s just stay
on the first floor.”
This was a slap in the face for a snob like Ingrid. ‘Who dares to offend me in the whole of Atlanta?’ Ingrid sneered. She shoved
the staff aside and headed upstairs. “I must go to the second floor! If that guest of yours doesn’t want to share a space, kick
them out!”
The staff could not stop her, so she could only follow in a panic. “No, Ms. Ferguson A triumphant smirk flashed across Wendy’s
face. Nicole noticed the commotion downstairs and thought, ‘These clowns!’ The store manager also heard the commotion and
glanced at Nicole apologetically. She walked over intending to stop Ingrid, but it was too late. Ingrid

had already reached the top of the stairs. When Ingrid saw Nicole, her face stiffened. She did not expect that the
important guest was Nicole.
Yvette snorted coldly. “I was just thinking
who that uncivilized person might be...
Turns out it’s Ms. Ferguson. I don’t think
there’s anyone in the entire city that’s as
boorish as her...”
Ingrid was ridiculed and gritted her teeth in anger. “Hmph! So it’s you guys... Did you
buy out the second floor? Why can’t other
people come up?”
“Because we like it. What do you care?” Yvette raised her eyebrows as she retorted. Nicole shook her wine glass insouciantly. It
was a pity that such fine wine and this wonderful atmosphere were so crudely

ruined. Wendy came forward and looked at Nicole with a smile. “Nicole, it’s been a long time since we met.” “Quit that act. Who
wants to see you?” Yvette had the worst impression of Wendy Quade. Wendy was such a manipulative two-
faced b*tch that liked to act all innocent to gain everyone’s sympathy. She was the
most wicked person Yvette knew.
Nicole looked down and did not pay any
attention to Wendy. The atmosphere was
awkward for a while. The store manager
saw this and immediately understood
that these ladies knew each other but did
not get along.
“Sorry, these two ladies came upstairs
first. Can you two please wait downstairs
for a moment?”
“Why should we wait?” Ingrid was
dissatisfied and needed to vent her anger
on someone.
It’s all Nicole’s fault that Grandpa is mad
at me for not getting his emerald pipe
back! Brother also didn’t help me
because of her!
“Yeah, we all know each other anyway.
Why don’t we join our sessions since the
models are already displaying the
clothes? This service isn’t usually offered to guests, so it’s just as well we can all
enjoy it. Nicole, you wouldn’t mind, right?”
Wendy’s voice was gentle as she spoke.
The store manager paused and was just
thinking of a way to kick them out when
she heard Nicole’s light laughter.
‘Does she think that I’ll be cordial in front

of everyone, that I’d put up with her like
before? Dream on!’ Nicole thought.
Nicole lifted her head nonchalantly to
look straight at Wendy with a cold gaze.
I do mind... Because your breathing
bothers me.”