Wendy Quade made a phone call and walked over to pat Ingrid’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Eric’s coming over soon. He didn’t say anything.”Business Convention Center.Eric Ferguson walked out of the conference room, hung up the phone, and had a cold and detached look in his eyes. His custom-made suit set off his ascetic elite persona. His assistant, Mitchell, was waiting on the side and went up to greet him. “President.”“Go to Ingrid and settle the bill, then give the things to Nicole.”Although Wendy said that Nicole willingly gave Ingrid these clothes and did not mention what happened, Eric was doubtful that Ingrid did not do anything to Nicole.Mitchell was slightly stunned. “Send it to Ms. Nicole?” He wanted to confirm once again.“Yes.” Eric only said one word.“Yes, sir.” Mitchell nodded and left.When Mitchell arrived at the store, Ingrid had already endured enough of the staff’s wandering gaze. Although they looked polite, it felt like they were all laughing at her when s
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