The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss Chapter 122

At this time, the public opinion on the
internet was overwhelming. Everyone was
pointing fingers at the Fergusons for
bullying the weak.
However, the Ferguson family did not reply
on the cusp of this storm. After all, they
would look guilty if they took a stand too
early.
The Ferguson Villa.
The villa was brightly lit in the night. -1,1,31
Everyone inside, except for Old Master
Ferguson dared not breathe too loudly.

Back then when Stanton Corporation’s
share prices plummeted, Grant Stanton had
singlehandedly managed to reclaim the
situation.
This evening, the stock market had taken a
different direction that was not optimistic
for the Fergusons.
Old Master Ferguson’s face was glum and
extremely bitter. He was furious and even more exasperated when he learned that Eric
had not returned home.
“Where the hell is he?!” Old Master Ferguson

asked the butler as he thumped his cane on
the ground fiercely.



The butler replied with trepidation. “Young
Master can’t be reached at the moment. His
calls went unanswered, and his assistant isn‘t sure of his whereabouts.”
“Hmph! He still has the mood to hang
around?! He’s been married to Nicole for
three years and didn’t even notice anything
wrong with her?!*

Old Master Ferguson’s heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it would leap out o his chest at any
moment. If he had known that Nicole was the heiress of Stanton Corporation and that she was a great
match for his family, he would not have condoned her suffering at home. Not to mention the divorce, their
marriage in itself was already a shocking event in the entire business circle! Look what happened now?

They had lost both money and the person! Besides completely offending the Stantons, they had also lost
their family heirloom! At the thought of this, Old Master Ferguson

fiercely glared at Quinn and Ingrid, who
were standing apprehensively next to him.
You two brainless women! You didn’t
contribute to the family and even made
such a mess!”

Quinn stood there feeling aggrieved. “Dad, Nicole is the one who deceived everyone. What does it have
to do with us? When she married Eric, didn’t you have someone do a background check on her?” Old
Master Ferguson scoffed and broke into a scolding fit. “Well, you guys stole my emerald pipe! You still
have the cheek to talk back to me?!” The thing that nagged at him most tonight was that his beloved
emerald pipe was gone forever! Quinn looked like she was about to cry. She







just stood there and kept her mouth shut.

As an accomplice, Ingrid was afraid to
implicate herself, so she dared not say a
word.
Suddenly, the butler broke this oppressive
silence. He said excitedly, “Young Master is
back!”
Quinn and Ingrid breathed a sigh of relief. ‘
Finally!’
Quinn’s eyes were red. Since her husband
Charles had gone abroad on a business trip,
the only one who could help her was her
son, Eric.

Otherwise, Old Master Ferguson’s wrath would last for an eternity! She was indeed an unqualified Mrs.
Ferguson. Old Master Ferguson picked up a valuable teacup and threw it at Eric’s feet when he walked
over. ‘You finally know your way back?” Eric paused in his footsteps, stepped over the broken porcelain
pieces, and faintly



come back. We’ll think of a solution then.” Eric coldly hooked his lips. “It’ll be too late by the time he
comes back.” Old Master Ferguson snorted coldly. “Then what do you think we should dor “We should do
as the Stantons requested, apologize…”










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