The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)

Chapter 87 Mind Your Breathing

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 to

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 d o 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!" 1

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. "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 i n 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. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

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."