Wendy Quade’s expression stiffened. She did not expect Nicole to be so direct.

She looked up aggrievedly at Eric, but he did not look at her.

From the very beginning, his eyes had been fixated on Nicole and he had been unreasonably silent.

Wendy quietly hung her head and clenched her fingers.

Old Master Ferguson also did not look at her nor did he intend to help.

At this moment, Old Master Ferguson’s face was glum as he asked Floyd, “Chairman Stanton, even if we did do something wrong, it’s all water under the bridge now. They’re already divorced, so there’s no need to make a fuss about it, right?”

Floyd was really trying to hold back his anger. He was so vexed that he did not know how his daughter managed to put up with them for the past three years.

He immediately called for the two waiters who were standing not far away and pointed at Wendy Quade. “Please ask this young lady to leave.”

Wendy’s face turned pale as she looked up in a panic.

Floyd’s tone was harsh. “My daughte