The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 466 We're Not Familiar

Ivy Harrison was drenched and shivering. That pitiful look was really unbearable.

The air was silent for a moment.

Keith breathed a long sigh of relief. 'Luckily, it's not directed at me...'

Eric's gaze was cold and heavy. His eyes were not at all focused in the direction of that woman.

His thin lips were tightly pursed. His face was dark and cold, but his expression had a hint of sadness. His soul was long gone with a certain someone. The banquet hall was lively with laughter.

Who could have known that such a scene happened at this place?

Keith subconsciously touched Eric's back and wondered what he should do.

Eric frowned slightly. Keith coughed.

"Eerg, look at this..."

Ivy Harrison's sobs were incessant as she looked at Eric mournfully.

Eric's voice was icy cold.

"This is your party. Don't ask me."

Keith froze. "No, but wasn't she just with you?"

Eric cast a warning glance at Keith.

"We're not familiar."

With that, Eric wheeled himself away without an expression, leaving them behind.

Keith froze in place. He did not know what to do for a moment.

Ivy cried louder and seemed even sadder.

"Can you give me a jacket? I need to dry my clothes."

"Okay. There's an empty room upstairs. Go up and sort it out."

Keith could not replace a waiter anywhere, so he could only take off his suit jacket for her. He stood at the end of the long corridor and threw the jacket over.

He dared not get close because he could tell that this woman was not a simple person.

Keith did not want to get into trouble.

Nicole lowered her head and was speaking with Clayton about the next step in their project.

Clayton clinked her glass and lowered his voice.

"Mr. Ferguson is coming this way."

Nicole looked up and saw Eric alone in the wheelchair.

Ivy Harrison was not by his side.

It seemed that Eric threw her to Keith.

It was a pity that Ivy did not seize the opportunity.

Eric's gaze was cold and angry.

Keith quickly caught up. He pushed Eric's wheelchair to Nicole's side and looked at Clayton, who was next to Nicole.

He smiled and said, "What a coincidence, Mr. Sloan! I'd like to ask you for advice on some things. Why don't we talk over there?" Keith pointed in a direction.

Since this was Keith's party, it would be rude to refuse him, so Clayton agreed after two seconds of hesitation.

Nicole sat on the sofa and swirled the grape juice in her glass. She looked at Eric and smiled as if nothing was wrong.

"Mr. Ferguson, is there nothing going on over there?"

She casually asked, seemingly concerned.

Eric's eyes darkened.

His fingers clutched the side of his wheelchair. He held his breath as he tried desperately to suppress the rage in him.

"Nicole, did you do it on purpose?"

Nicole blinked, not quite understanding his question." Do what on purpose?"

"Out of so many people, why did you ask me to go over there?"

Eric suddenly became aggressive.

He knew that the answer was not something he would like to hear, but he somehow wanted to run into the tip of the knife and hurt himself again.

Nicole lowered her eyes slightly and smiled gently.

"I thought that you and Chairman Harrison are acquaintances, so naturally, you won't ignore his daughter. Moreover..."

Her eyes sparkled as she hooked the corners of her lips into a meaningful smile. "I heard her mentioning you. If not for you, why would this happen in the first place?" Although Nicole did not say it explicitly, Eric obviously did not want to hear further.

"I'm not familiar with her!" He emphasized word by word.

Eric looked at Nicole with astringent reddened eyes.

He suddenly laughed. "Nicole, you're really good at torturing people..."