The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)

Chapter 33 Spare His Worthless Life

That handsome face with that tall and upright figure currently standing in front of Nicole was the man

that she had been infatuated with for three years, Eric Ferguson.

At first sight, Nicole was stunned for a moment but quickly regained her composure.

'Why is he here? It's probably a coincidence.'

Nicole was not so self-absorbed as to think that Eric Ferguson had been watching her every move so

that h e could swoop in like a hero to save her.

"Mr. Ferguson?" Mr. Zeller stood up in a panic and trembled in fear.

Eric’s face was gloomy as he glared viciously at Mr. Zeller. “Do you have a death wish? I can grant your

wish!"

At this moment, a wave of inexplicable anger suddenly surged in his chest. His eyes were cold and This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

intimidating.

Eric was just about to go forward to teach Flint Zeller a lesson when a figure suddenly appeared from

behind. The other man kicked Flint Zeller, who had just stood up, back to the ground. Then threw a

flurry of punches on Flint's face and body. No place was left out.

"Ian!" Nicole shouted at the man.

The man who hit Flint Zeller paused slightly and turned back. His cold eyes instantly turned warm. "I

went to your office to look for you and they told me that you’re here, so I purposely came over to

surprise you."

Ian Carter then walked over to Nicole as if that episode earlier did not happen. He ignored Eric’s

presence, took a bouquet placed at the door, and handed it over to Nicole. "Do you like it?"

Nicole sighed helplessly. Although her plans were disrupted, she more or less had gotten what she

came for, so it was not entirely a failure.

"Thank you, but forget him. If you continue punching him, he might die... I don't wanna get into trouble."

"As you wish, my queen." Ian smiled and continued," Then I'll spare his worthless life."

Flint Zeller looked at the people in front of him with fear. One of them was Second Young Master

Carter, and the other was Eric Ferguson. He could not afford t o mess with either of them. 'Didn't they

say that

Nicole was abandoned by Eric Ferguson? How could h e still meddle in her matters?’

Once Flint heard that they would spare his life, he endured the dizziness and wanted to flee in a panic.

H e certainly did not want to mess with these two big shots.

Before he could crawl out of the room. Something hard landed on his head before it fell to the ground. It

was the Audi keys. 2

Ian sneered coldly. "Take this away! Don’t taint my girlfriend's eyes."

"Yes, yes, yes." Flint Zeller ran out in a panic.

Nicole was rendered speechless. "Watch it..."

‘What girlfriend?'

She glanced at Eric and felt a little strange. He then looked at her with a cold and deep gaze.

"Mr. Ferguson, why are you here?"

"Yes, I'm also curious. Why are you here, Mr. Ferguson?" Ian looked at Eric with obvious scrutiny.

"Nicole, didn’t you know that there was a problem with the wine? Why are you attending all kinds of

dinner parties? Is this the life you want?"

The mockery in his words was obvious. 'She accompanied others to dinner and was drugged

unknowingly. Is this the life she wants after our divorce?’

Somehow, the rage burst out of his chest at that moment.

Nicole lowered her head and laughed. 'I really made a fool of myself to think that he’d be so kind to

help me. Turns out he just wants to find an excuse to teach me a lesson?’

She looked up at him with her bright and delicately made-up eyes that carried a hidden sharpness.

Under Eric's shocked gaze, Nicole picked up the glass of wine on the table and downed it. She then

hooked u p her lips and stood up. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Ferguson. I've already replaced the

wine beforehand, but you no longer have the right to comment on what I want to do with my life."

Who was he to lecture her?

When Nicole stood up to leave, Eric grabbed her arm and stared at her coldly. "What do you mean?

You didn't answer my question."

Nicole smirked and said with a straight face, "I didn’t say it so explicitly as a courtesy to you, Mr.

Ferguson. I came here for work, which is certainly better than being a lowly servant to your family in the

past.

Speaking of which, is there even a difference between your family and Flint Zeller?"