The Divorced Billionaire Heiress novel Chapter 8

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress chapter 8

The photo Nicole posted was the one of Wendy Quade and Eric Ferguson sleeping together. Their intimacy was self-evident.

What was originally a sharp weapon used to hurt Nicole became a shield for her to protect herself.

Nicole’s statement was as follows:

[Dear Mr. Ferguson,

I was deeply sorry to hear that ‘Daydream’ was stolen, so I hired a private detective to track it down overnight. The detective found the jewelry across the Atlantic Ocean in Germany, at the hands of Ms. Ingrid Ferguson. It seems that Ms. Ferguson is quite a world-class gambler.

I hope that you will investigate this thoroughly before jumping to conclusions.

Regards,
Nicole.]

Nicole also attached the well-known private detective’s investigation report as well as another photo of “Daydream” that was on a gambling table with Ingrid Ferguson.

In an instant, the already viral gossip became even more turbulent. Eric Ferguson’s divorced ex-wife, Nicole, was put in such a vulnerable position, yet she hired a reputable private detective agency and even cleared her name during the day without disturbing anyone’s rest. Her statement was also justified and concise.

Moreover, that photo of Eric Ferguson and Wendy Quade together implied the reason for their divorce – adultery.

Who was the unprincipled one in this relationship?

The netizen’s voices instantly changed directions. Needless to say, Nicole’s innocence was proven. She was blatantly accused without reason. Everyone started sharing her post. All of a sudden, the Fergusons became the subject of this scandal.

Eric Ferguson had a few drinks with some friends that night and did not expect that so much had happened overnight. Even their stocks began to plummet by the morning.

Early in the morning, Eric’s face was extremely glum as he sat in his office. He exuded a chilly air that his assistant, Mitchell, only stood there with trepidation and dared not breathe too loudly.

“Who authorized the use of our company’s main account to post such a statement?” Eric gritted his teeth. His eyes were cold and stern.

“Madam Quinn ordered this last night, saying that she has already informed you.”

Eric swept everything off his desk, which clattered all over the floor.

The man’s gaze was harsh and piercing. “When has this company ever listened to the Madam’s orders? Fire everyone in the PR Department!”