The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric) novel Chapter 2064

In fact, Cheryl and Ingrid met at Old Master Ferguson’s funeral.

Cheryl followed Gerard to the Ferguson Villa.

Since Quinn could not make it back to Atlanta, the matron of the house was not there to welcome them. Thus, the servants settled them down at the side hall.

However, Cheryl could not sit still.

Cheryl saw Ingrid dressed in black clothes, sneakily following Mitchell to the back building.

She was astonished.

After Mitchell left, Ingrid went upstairs and locked the room.

Cheryl only realized what happened when Ingrid lit the curtains, sofa, and other flammable items on fire.

She came to a realization that Ingrid wanted to trap Eric's son in a fire.

Cheryl saw hatred, pleasure, indifference, and forbearance in Ingrid's eyes.

She did not understand why Ingrid would hate a child so much.

The fire burned for a long time before it reached the second floor.

Suddenly, there was an urgent rapping coming from the second floor. Chance was calling for help.

Ingrid laughed happily.

Cheryl saw someone rushing over through the window.

That person who rushed over was Nicole.

For some reason, Cheryl rushed in and brought Ingrid out.

That was why Nicole did not see anyone when she got there. Ingrid had escaped.

Afterward, Ingrid asked Cheryl what she wanted as a token of gratitude.

Cheryl said, "I want to marry Eric Ferguson."

She was very blunt and straightforward.

Since she had something on Ingrid, she was not afraid that Ingrid would laugh at her wishful thinking.

Ingrid looked at her for a long time before nodding with a smile.

"So many women flock to Eric, but you're the most suitable one."

Ingrid evaluated her.

After that, Ingrid asked Cheryl before she left the funeral.

"If you had time to save me, why didn't you stop me?”

Cheryl only smiled and did not answer.

Eric was so perfect, and his only regret was having this illegitimate child.

Cheryl was not a saint, nor was she stupid.

Who would want to be a stepmother?

Wouldn’t it be better if Ingrid could get rid of Eric’s son?

Unfortunately, their plan failed.

Eric's face was glum as he stared at Ingrid. They looked like they did not get along at all.

It was as if they were on the verge of fighting.

Their attitude toward each other was downright cold.

Seeing this, Cheryl smiled :h#?VNQ; said," Don't misunderstand, Mr. Ferguson. Ms. Ferguson came here because she cares about Chance. After all, she's Chance's aunt, so how could she not worry? Ms. Ferguson and I were together just now, so we stopped by."

There were not many opportunities for Cheryl to meet Eric.

Thus, Cheryl wanted to establish a gentle and kind image in front of Eric.

Eric looked at her coldly and frowned deeply.

“Who are you?"

Cheryl's face froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered.

“Mr. Ferguson, you might not remember me, but we were together at the auction that day. I'm Gerard Lichman's sister, Cheryl."

Before she could finish speaking, Eric stared at Ingrid impatiently.

“You'd better leave as soon as possible. I don't care what your motives are, but you'd better stop thinking about it. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being heartless!”

Ingrid sneered. She suddenly exploded as if Eric had hit a nerve in her.

Yasmin nodded gently and happily.

"Yes, Mr. Ferguson."

Eric glanced at Ingrid disapprovingly, turned around, and left.

He did not even glance at Cheryl.

Cheryl gritted her teeth in disappointment. She looked extremely reluctant.

She had no choice but to suppress the surging emotions in her heart. She took a deep look at Yasmin, who also looked at her.

Their eyes met in silent confrontation.

Chance scrambled to get off the bed, but the bed was too tall for his feet to reach the ground.

He looked at Ingrid, who was the closest to him.

However, Ingrid did not even look at him. She just turned around and left.

Cheryl noticed Chance’s struggle, forced a fake smile, stepped forward, and reached out to help him.

At that moment, Yasmin, who was not far away, suddenly coughed.

Chance suddenly withdrew his hand, held the edge of the bed, and slowly slid down by himself.

Cheryl noticed how much this child listened to Yasmin and alienated her.

Cheryl suddenly felt suffocated and uncomfortable, as if something had smashed onto her chest.

Yasmin went forward and watched as Chance put on his shoes.

She took Chance's hand and said with a smile, "Let's go. Your father is still waiting for us downstairs."

Yasmin looked at Cheryl and smiled meaningfully as if she was declaring war and showing off.

Cheryl's eyes darkened as she watched them leave.

She stood there for a while before she went out.

Ingrid was still standing not far away, swearing at the people downstairs.

Cheryl did not know why Ingrid hated them so much.