The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 527 Using an Excuse to Send Soup

Eric had strong self-control over anything that could be addictive.

However, his feelings for Nicole seemed to grow stronger by the day. It seemed like he would never be able to break that addiction.

Perhaps, in those five years, Nicole had already quietly taken root in his heart, but he never realized it until it grew into a huge, towering tree. It was no longer possible for him to ignore it.

Nicole frowned. Just as she was about to say something, a few executives on the other side shouted at them.

"Come back quickly! Which one of you won?"

"It must be President Nicole. She won two out of three games."

"According to President Ferguson's temper, he definitely won't win the third round. How can he be so desperately trying to chase a woman?"

"That's right. Congratulations to President Nicole for her victory!"

She did not want to say anything more.

Nicole and Eric went back one after the other.

"Congratulations on your victory, President Nicole!"

Nicole looked at them. "President Ferguson won the third round."

Everyone looked at Eric weirdly.

Why did President Ferguson not follow the typical routine when pursuing a woman?

Eric did not care about their gazes. The bottom line was that he won.

Grant took a towel to wipe Nicole's sweat and looked a t Eric with a meaningful smile.

"President Ferguson, you really went all out in the final round..."

Eric drank a few gulps of water and nodded frankly.

"Big Brother, if I want to win Nicole over, I'll have to work hard."

In everyone's eyes, President Ferguson did not have enough EQ at this critical moment!

He should have let Nicole win and happily walk away. Why did he insist on winning the final round?

Afterward, everyone had a meal together, but Nicole left early on the pretext that she had work to do.

Everyone looked at Eric's excited face and was extremely puzzled. However, they did not dare to ask, so they just dispersed in confusion.

Nicole felt exhausted, so all she wanted to do was go back and get some sleep.

Eric's request remained unanswered, but Nicole did not care. She would not agree if it was too much.

Just after she left the company, she received a call from Gerard Eichman.

In Ferguson Corporation.

Eric took a shower and changed his clothes. He came out in an obviously good mood.

Mitchell saw this and quickly told him about recent thorny issues. As expected, Eric did not get angry but very patiently instructed the subordinates on how to solve it. There was a knock on the door, and the secretary came in.

"President, Old Master Ferguson asked someone to send you something."

Eric raised his brows. What was his grandfather up to this time?

"Come in."

The secretary moved out of the way. Behind her was a well-dressed woman. She stood there timidly and gently with a bit of expectation.

It was Ivy.

"Mr. Ferguson, Old Master Ferguson said that you're busy with work and asked me to bring you some soup from home."

Ivy spoke in a deliberately gentle voice. It was the only way to suppress the tension she felt inside.

Eric paused and his eyes instantly cooled.

"Haven't you left?"

His voice was cold and detached.

In the beginning, Quinn kept Ivy in the villa. Now that Quinn was gone, should Ivy not have left as well?

Ivy paled and the smile on her face wavered.

She pursed her lips and put on an ingratiating smile.

"The Old Master asked me to stay a few more days. I won't disturb anyone."

The chill in Eric's eyes deepened slightly as he remained silent.

Mitchell quickly took the soup from Ivy's hands and poured it for Eric. "Thank you, Ms. Harrison."

Eric obviously did not want to continue talking to her. Mitchell stood to the side, not knowing whether he should open his mouth to send her off.

However, Ivy suddenly stepped forward. She bit her lip and summoned up the courage to speak.

"Mr. Ferguson, I know that I'm not as excellent as Ms. Stanton, but I can work hard to be who you want me to be. Old Master Ferguson said that I can learn a lot by your side. I'm willing to be your secretary..."