Unwanted Girl Spoiled By Billionaire - Chapter 124: Chapter 124

Nicolas was still in formal attire, having arrived in a hurry. His custom-tailored suit fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders, slim waist, and lean frame.
His sharp features carried an effortless confidence; thick brows, striking eyes, and a presence that commanded attention. He was nothing like the man they had imagined.
No hint of alcohol, no lingering scent of cheap perfume, none of the careless arrogance they had expected. Instead, he carried himself like someone raised to lead.
The Anderson family had five sons, all impressive in their own way, but the only one who could match Nicolas's presence was Adriel.
For a moment, the room was silent. This wasn't the Nicolas they remembered.
His reputation as a playboy still lingered, but the man standing in front of them felt different. More composed. More in control.
Kimberly and Leia had seen him at the mall before, but even they could tell something had shifted. The careless charm had been replaced by something more serious.
As their stares lingered, Nicolas remained unfazed, a smooth smile on his face as he nodded toward the Anderson family. "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, I apologize for showing up unannounced."
Vincent blinked, then quickly returned the greeting. "It's been a while. I have to say, you've changed quite a bit."
Nicolas's smile didn't waver. His voice was steady, unhurried. "I was reckless before. I won't deny it."
Vincent chuckled. "Oh, don't be so hard on yourself."
At that moment, Nicolas glanced at Bryan, who immediately stepped forward with a neatly wrapped gift boxes.
"I didn't want to come empty-handed," Nicolas said, his tone light but polite. "Just a small gesture, please accept it."
Vincent eyed the box and let out a hearty laugh. "No need for that! Your visit is enough. Don't treat me like a stranger."
Nicolas nodded. "It's only right."
Bryan handed a jewelry box to Kimberly and a larger gift box to Vincent, his posture respectful as the weight of the moment settled over the room.
Nicolas smiled. "I heard Mr. Anderson enjoys collecting paintings. I recently came across a Van Gogh painting and thought you might like it."
"A Van Gogh?" Vincent's eyes widened as he quickly opened the box. Inside was an authentic Van Gogh's masterpiece.
He stared at it, completely stunned. Then he looked back at Nicolas, his expression a mix of disbelief and excitement. "Are you serious? This is Van Gogh! And you're just... giving it to me?"
Van Gogh's paintings weren't just expensive, they were priceless. Even the smallest piece would be worth hundreds of millions, And Nicolas had handed it over so casually, like it was no big deal.
At the same time, Kimberly lifted the lid of her own box. A deep red gemstone, nearly the size of a pigeon's egg, rested inside. Her breath hitched. "Oh my god... is this a pigeon blood ruby?"
It wasn't just any ruby; it was the rarest and most valuable kind.
This one was huge. A gem like this would easily go for hundreds of millions, and even then, it was nearly impossible to find. Unless one had serious connections in the black market, they wouldn't even get the chance to bid on something like this.
Nicolas had called them "small gesture," but the entire Anderson family was speechless.
Vincent took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Nicolas, this is way too much. We can't accept these." He quickly tried to put the painting back in the box and return it.
But Nicolas just smiled, unfazed.
"Sir, please don't say that," he said casually. "You and Mrs. Anderson are Noelle's parents, and I have the utmost respect for you both. No gift could ever be too much. Or... are you saying you don't see me as family?"
"Of course not!" Vincent said immediately.
"Then it's settled. Please, just accept them," Nicolas said with an easy smile.
Seeing how firm he was, Vincent hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. He carefully put the painting away, and when he looked up at Nicolas again, his expression was noticeably warmer.
"Well then," Vincent said with a genuine smile, "since it's just about dinner time, why don't you stay and join us for a meal?"
Nicolas smiled. "I appreciate the offer, sir, but before dinner, I'd like to check on Noelle. How is she?"
Kimberly hesitated. "She's still asleep. She wasn't feeling well today, said she caught a cold. If you go in now, you might get sick too."
Nicolas didn't even flinch. "She is my fiancée. If she's not feeling well, the last thing I'd do is stay away."
"But..." Kimberly still looked uncertain.
Vincent cut her off gently. "They're engaged. It's perfectly normal for him to check on her. No need to overthink it." He turned to Nicolas with a smile. "Go ahead. Noelle's room is the third one upstairs."
"Thank you." Nicolas nodded and made his way up.
Nicolas had completely stolen the show today in the Anderson family's house.
It wasn't just his presence, though that alone was enough to turn heads. What really silenced any objections from them were the gifts he had brought. No matter how much they might've disapproved of him before, those concerns suddenly seemed a lot less important
Eli watched Nicolas disappear upstairs and scoffed. "Wow. He really just bribed Mom and Dad. That guy's got nerve."
The Anderson family had strict rules. Normally, not even a fiancé would be allowed to visit Noelle in her room while she was resting. That was just how things were done.
But Nicolas had walked in, given Vincent a priceless painting, handed Kimberly a rare gemstone, and suddenly, all those rules didn't seem to matter anymore.
Damon, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke. "He knew exactly what he was doing. Dad loves paintings. Mom loves gemstones. He planned this."
Charlie, who had been silent until now, added, "Those gifts are worth over 150 million dollars combined."
"150 million dollars?!" Eli spun around, his eyes practically popping out of his head. "Are you serious?"
He had known the gifts were expensive, but hearing the actual number hit different.
"That's insane," he muttered, still trying to process it.
Charlie smirked. "The Sawyer family sure knows how to flex. Nicolas doesn't even have real power, yet he's still throwing around gifts like that."
Eli rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because he was born into it. He doesn't have to do a damn thing, his brothers run the business, and he just sits back and spends their money. I heard he owns 40% of the family's shares."
Damon chuckled. "Sounds like someone is jealous. Why don't you go be a Sawyer if you want it so bad?"
Eli scoffed. "Pass. I'd rather make my own way than be some rich kid living off his family."
Despite his words, he couldn't shake off the envy. 'Damn, Nicolas is loaded.'
Leia listened to her brothers argue while their parents fawned over the gifts, unable to put them down. Her eyes drifted toward the stairs, and for a moment, a dark shadow crossed her face.
She loved Harley, or at least she told herself she did. But watching Nicolas tonight, so different from before, left an unexpected sting in her chest.
If she hadn't turned him down all those times, everything he had now—the wealth, the prestige, the admiration—would have been hers.
From the moment Nicolas arrived to the moment he went upstairs, he hadn't spared her a single glance.
She was supposed to be his fiancée. And yet, to him, she might as well not exist.
Leia felt a wave of bitterness wash over her. It was as if Noelle had stolen something from her again.
'How much more does she have to take from me before she's satisfied? Do I have to destroy her to get my life back?' Her fingers curled into fists.