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?”

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

not willing to be beaten without his

drained his strength,

anywhere. But now, at this time, he was really

were in stark contrast

raised his eyes and stared at him coldly:

bullied, you stayed out of it, what are

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

was tense in pain: “What

she treats me, she is also my family. Compared with Nicole, my mother has no use value. They

a word. It took all his

ordinary, does she have nine lives? Eric, in fact, the reason why you lose is not because you gave up her countless times, but because .You

finished speaking, his expression

and he was extremely happy when he saw his expression of collapse

fact is crueler

you at the dock and let your people

he didn’t dare. Afraid of getting into

hear any negative news about

perfect husband in her heart,

his body raised his head, and looked at him with deep eyes:

from you. I have a family. I’m a serious

smiled, with a sly smile like a fox. His eyes swept away, his eyes fell on

possible to pull the Stanton family into the quagmire, do

An inexplicable sentence.

for a moment, and

That moment.

the air was so cold that it could freeze the cold

didn’t expect, how could Clayton

hid so

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

“How could

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

tightened and

you that?”

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

speaking, he turned around

Eric feel a chill