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?”

five or six bodyguards to fight with him on a break, but Eric

willing to

strength, and he kept

is just Eric, and he is not weak anywhere. But now, at this time, he was really embarrassed. He was exhausted and had

gentleness were in stark contrast to

raised his eyes and stared at him coldly: “Why do you deserve

was 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

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 with Nicole, my mother has no use value. They can kill this

he Did not say a word. It took

die. Do you think she is not ordinary, does she have nine lives? Eric, in fact, the

his

eyes, his eyes fell on him and he was extremely happy when he saw his expression

is crueler

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 of

he

let Nicole hear any negative news about

perfect husband in her heart, he will always be

body raised his head, and looked at him with deep

I have a family. I’m a

His eyes swept away,

pull the Stanton family into the quagmire, do you want

An inexplicable sentence.

for a moment,

That moment.

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

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

clearly hid

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

frowned, “How could

give it or not. You think that you are smart enough to involve

tightened and his breathing

you that?” he

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

he turned

blurred and elongated his figure, but it made Eric feel a chill in his heart. He breathed hard, because he underestimated