The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Clayton frowned, nodded, and glanced at the bodyguard next to him with a grim expression: “Sergio, take good care of Madam Stanton.”

Sergio nodded solemnly: “Yes, Mr. Sloan.”

Clayton followed the captain down the Walk, went down the steps and then went up the elevator.

The elevator went directly underground.

Due to historical reasons, many hospitals have air-raid shelters under them, and some of them are secretly hidden.

Clayton took people directly over, and there were many men in black standing at the door.

When they saw Clayton, they were extremely respectful, and they all bowed their heads.

Clayton walked directly to the innermost dark room: “Open the door.”

The bodyguard next to him did not hesitate and immediately opened the door.

Clayton entered. It was dark and damp. The light was shaking and the vent was buzzing which was due to years of disrepair.

The man inside was curled up on the ground, but there was still a fierceness in his eyes.

It’s just the blood that vaguely seeps out of his body, and it looks a little wild and decadent.

Clayton walked over, squatted down, looked down at him. He looked at him coldly, and said in a low voice, “Mr. Ferguson, are you alright?”

Eric moved, his breathing was a little heavy and his thin lips were slightly pursed. The outline on his face was

tough and sharp, and his eyes looked at Clayton gloomily: “I can’t die.”

Clayton smiled.

“That’s good.” A trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

When Grant called, Clayton deliberately mentioned his identity, just because he didn’t want him to be impatient.

This time it finally fell into his hands, but he couldn’t do anything, how could he be reconciled?

Clayton’s face was calm and undisturbed, and the coldness and sharpness in the bottom of his eyes were undisguised.

“Mr. Ferguson, do you regret it?”

Eric paused, breathing heavily: “Nicole, ls she awake?”

though Clayton found five or six bodyguards to fight with him on a break, but Eric was a hard-bone,

not willing to be

strength, and

anywhere. But now, at this time,

gentleness were in

dim light, Clayton suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him

extremely cold: “When Nicole was bullied, you stayed out of it, what are you pretending

was silent for a while and then clenched his fists. Every word of Clayton poked at his

moved, and his whole body was tense in pain:

repeated it, depressed and resentful: “What can I do? That’s my mother, no matter how bad she treats me, she is also my family. Compared with Nicole, my mother has no use value. They

Did not say a word. It took all his

nine lives? Eric, in fact, the reason why you lose is not because you gave up her countless times, but because .You always have an out of

his expression changed a

eyes fell on him and he was extremely happy

crueler

his clothes: “Mr. Ferguson, I will put you at the dock and let your people

that he didn’t dare.

hear any negative news

in her heart, he will always

raised his head, and looked at him with deep eyes: “Let me

I’m different from you. I have a family. I’m a serious businessman. I can’t get

sly smile like a fox. His eyes swept away, his eyes fell on Eric, and he said

family

An inexplicable sentence.

stiff for a moment,

That moment.

each other, the air was so cold that it could freeze

understood. But he didn’t expect, how could Clayton know

clearly hid so

if watching a good show: “I didn’t expect it,

“How

up to me to decide whether to give it or not. You think that you are smart enough to involve the Stanton family and me, and you can

tightened and his

you that?”

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

Clayton finished speaking, he turned around and

his figure, but it made Eric feel