The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Eric Ferguson felt his heart clenched and
his eyes darkened. He did not know
anything about Nicole. He was unaware
that she could play the violin so well, nor
did he know that she smoked.
“I never smoked in front of you because I
was afraid you wouldn’t like it before, so o
f course, you never had the chance to see
Every time Nicole donated blood, she
would feel very weak. Eric accompanied
Wendy Quade, and Nicole’s only company
was cigarettes. Nicole was particularly
addicted to smoking during those tough
days.
The corners of Nicole’s lips hooked up.
but her eyes were slightly despondent. A
moment later, she returned to her usual
self.
She glanced at Eric’s drooping eyes and
smiled playfully
“Want to hear my conditions?”
Without waiting for his reply, Nicole went
straight to the point.
“Get Wendy Quade to give me however
much blood I’ve donated to her. It doesn’t
have to be in one go. Anyway, she can
finish repaying me within a year.”
Eric’s head jolted up. “What?”
Nicole laughed. “I thought about it. My
blood is so precious, so I should use it to
save people who are actually worth

saving, rather than wasting it on this vile
woman. I was so stupid before, but it’s
still not too late to wake up from my
delirium. I want my blood back. In exchange, I’ll give you the pipe, then we
won’t owe each other anymore.”
Wendy Quade was only trying to spite
Nicole, so from time to time, she would
pretend to be sick or hurt and would ask
Nicole to transfuse blood to her. Nicole
knew all about it, but Eric never saw
through it. In the past, Nicole would feel
aggrieved, but now, it all seemed
irrelevant
Once Wendy returned her blood, Nicole
could draw a clear line with the past and
could finally feel whole again.
‘Isn’t Wendy Quade coming back soon? I
want to spite that woman! Which will he
choose? His family heirloom or Wendy
Quade?’ Nicole was looking forward to
Eric’s answer.
She smiled leisurely and threw the
cigarette butt in the ashtray in front of
her, then stood up and left the room with her purse. “You don’t need to give me an answer so quickly. Think about it.” Looking at
her back, Eric’s gaze became complicated all of a sudden. “How much did Nicole hate Wendy? How much did she hate this
marriage that she wanted to get back every single drop of blood?’ Eric called his assistant Mitchell. “Check how much blood did
Nicole donate to Wendy throughout the years.” Mitchell paused for a moment before he
replied, “Yes, sir.”
Within a few minutes, Mitchell came back
with an answer to Eric’s question.”

President, Ms. Nicole has donated a total
of 14,400 ml of blood to Ms. Quade. The
total amount of blood of an adult is about
4,000 to 5,000 ml. The blood donated by
Ms. Nicole over the years is equivalent to
the total amount of blood in three adults.
That means Ms. Nicole had drained every
drop of blood from her body three
times...”
As soon as Mitchell finished his
sentence, Eric hung up the phone.
‘She literally bled herself dry three times
because of me?!
However, he was completely unaware of
her grievance and fortitude in the past
three years.
Eric’s heart felt like it was pressed down b
y a boulder and he found it hard to
breathe.
Nicole’s condition was to get Wendy to
pay her back within a year. This showed
someone on the phone.
Seeing Nicole, Gerard quickly said a few
words and hung up. He strode over and
said politely, “Ms. Nicole, did you have a
pleasant chat?”
“It is for me, but probably not for the guy
inside...” Nicole gave a faint smile.