The Divorced Billionaire Heiress novel Chapter 1117

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Keith said, “Nicole, I’m Keith. Can you come over? Ferg drank too much. He’s insisting on driving to you. His driver already left, and we can’t drive after drinking, so could you come over and persuade him…?”
Keith’s voice sounded very anxious. Nicole’s sleepiness suddenly disappeared.
She stood there with a sullen face and rolled her eyes speechlessly.
Logan heard the conversation clearly and looked at Nicole’s expression.
Nicole paused and took a deep breath. “Give me the address. Wait there.”
Keith’s voice raised in excitement. “Sure. I’m at…” Nicole gave a very calm “mm” and hung up the phone.
Logan felt that he could not leave. He immediately took the keys and stood up. “I’ll drive and send Mr. Ferguson back, Ms. Stanton…”
Nicole paused and put down her phone. “No need.”
Then, she dialed another number.

“Hello, 911? I’d like to report someone for attempted drunk driving…”
Logan was speechless and mourned a million times for Eric in his heart.
Keith hung up the phone and patted Eric, who was slightly drunk.

“As your buddy, I can only help you this far, but the rest lies on your shoulders. Just sit here and wait, then start the engine as soon as she comes. She’ll definitely be anxious…”
Eric frowned and sat there. His heart was very excited when he learned that Nicole was coming over.
However, he kept feeling as if there was something not quite right.
Eric’s mind was muddled with alcohol, and he was dragged out by Keith before he had time to think much about it.
Keith forced Eric into the driver’s seat.

He stood there and looked at Eric with satisfaction.

“No need to thank me! Women are all soft-hearted. After all, you’re much better than Clayton, so anyone will choose you over him. I support you!”
Eric was speechless. Twenty minutes later.
Eric sat in the car. Time passed little by little, and somehow, he grew a little nervous.
He waited until a car’s headlights lit up the intersection. His expression suddenly softened.
Eric suddenly remembered the reason that Keith gave him. Worried that the smell of alcohol on his body had dissipated, Eric picked up a bottle of wine next to him that he prepared long ago, opened the lid, and gulped down a few mouthfuls. Then, he inadvertently sprinkled some on his clothes.
The preparations were complete.

With his eyes wide open, he saw that the three people coming down from the car were wearing police uniforms.
Eric was speechless.

The police officer knocked on his car window. “Someone reported the owner of the car license plate number XXXXX for drunk driving. Please cooperate with us for a breathalyzer test…”
An empty wine bottle was still lying on the side. Eric’s face was extremely dark, and his tone was cold.
“Who reported it?”