Chapter 90 She’s a Trash Can
Nicole walked over perplexed and saw
the understated yet luxurious packaging
with the familiar brand logo on it. Yvette
looked down and picked one of the bags up.
“Huh? Aren’t these the items you just
picked in the store?”
‘They are!
These clothes looked so familiar. Nicole
frowned and was puzzled. ‘Didn’t Ingrid
swoop in to buy them? How did these
appear here then?’
The receptionist explained, “The store
manager sent them over personally
saying that these are already paid for by
Mr. Ferguson.”
‘Eric Ferguson?’
Nicole’s eyes sank slightly. ‘He must’ve
done this just for the emerald pipe, but I
don’t appreciate it.’
Yvette let out a cold laugh. “Eric
Ferguson? What does he mean by this?”
Nicole looked up indifferently. “Have
someone send these to Ferguson
Corporation and return it to him.”
The receptionist was stunned because
she initially thought that Vice President
Nicole was getting back together with
Eric Ferguson
It looked like that was not happening any
time soon.
“Yes, ma’am.” The receptionist looked
down and called for the courier.
“If he’s willing to be an imbecile, just keep
it. It’ll really piss off Ingrid Ferguson and
Wendy Quade!” Yvette suggested.
Nicole looked at her and laughed lightly.”
I can’t afford to wear what he gives me
and I don’t want to owe him a dime!”
‘He hasn’t taken the initiative to give me
any gifts during our three years of
marriage, let alone clothes. Now he’s
trying to be unctuous after our divorce?
Isn’t he ridiculous?’
Yvette raised her eyebrow. “You’re right.”
When the items were returned to
Ferguson Corporation, Mitchell looked at
the ground and sighed, then reluctantly
went to the President’s office.
Mitchell knocked on the door. “President
Eric raised his head. His eyes were cold.”
What is it?”
“The items sent to Stanton Corporation
were sent back here…” Mitchell looked at
Eric, who frowned with a glum face, then
continued, “I think that Ms. Nicole may
not like these. Otherwise, why would Ms.
Nicole give it up to Ms. Ferguson?”
Mitchell did not want to send the items to
Nicole again knowing that she clearly did
not want anything from Eric. It would just
be wasted effort.
Eric paused slightly and faintly withdrew
his gaze. “Then forget it.”
After all, Nicole did not put up with
anyone after the divorce.
Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief. “Then
the clothes…”
“Just send it to Ingrid then.”
“Yes, sir.”
When the clothes were sent to the
Ferguson Villa, Ingrid’s mood that had
just been alleviated, became worse all of
a sudden.
She was agitated and jolted up, then
raised her voice. “What is this?! I’m
getting what Nicole doesn’t want? Am la
trash can?”
Wendy’s face stiffened as she watched.
She gritted her teeth as she stared at the
expensive clothes and suppressed the
waves of hatred surging at the bottom of
her heart
She gently comforted Ingrid, “It’s alright.
Nicole probably knew that she didn’t pay
for these and was too ashamed to accept
it. It took a lot of effort for me to entrust
someone to get the tickets to tonight’s
show. Let’s just wear these since it’s
befitting for our identity.”
Ingrid could only put up with this because
the tickets were very hard to come by.
None of the high-society ladies in their
circle got the invitation to this fashion
show even though everyone tried through
all kinds of channels. However, the
mysterious designer, Nixon, only did
things to her liking.
Whether they could get invitations to this
show became a show of status among
the gentry circle. Thus, when Ingrid
learned that Wendy got them tickets, she
was elated
Once they got into the fashion show,
Ingrid planned to post a picture on social
media so that others would envy her.
I must be the most stunning one there!
Ingrid thought
Wendy knew that Ingrid’s dream was to go
to this show, so she looked for her
uncle, who contacted Keith Ludwig, who
then sought out Hendrick Carter’s former
friends to get these tickets. Wendy used so many connections and took a lot of
effort to get these two tickets just to
please Ingrid Ferguson as a stepping
stone into the Ferguson family.
