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, hard- hearted

not willing to be beaten without

strength,

is not weak anywhere. But now, at this time, he was really embarrassed.

calmness and gentleness were in

suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him coldly:

stayed out

was silent for a while and then clenched his fists. Every

was tense in pain: “What can

depressed and resentful: “What can I do? That’s my mother, no matter how bad she treats me, she is also my family. Compared

say a word. It took all his

in fact, the reason why you lose is not because you gave

Eric finished speaking, his expression

and he was extremely

is crueler than killing

stood up and tidied up his clothes: “Mr. Ferguson, I will put you at the dock and let your people pick you up. In the future, don’t be wise enough to hang around in front

he didn’t dare. Afraid of getting into unnecessary

can’t let Nicole hear any

husband in her heart, he will

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

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

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

the Stanton family into the

An inexplicable sentence.

made Eric’s whole body stiff for a moment, and looked

That moment.

the air was

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

hid

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

frowned, “How could

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

eyes tightened and his breathing

that?” he said

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

speaking, he

elongated his figure, but it made Eric feel a chill in his heart. He breathed hard,