The Divorced Billionaire Heiress chapter 87
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 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. “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.
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