The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Chapter 1682 I’m Threatening You “Clayton Sloan-” Quavon stood up hysterically and shouted.

Quavon’s face and neck turned red in anger, and he struggled to calm his emotions and spoke to Clayton like he was striking a deal.

‘I can help you sit firmly in that position, and I can help you solve the problem at hand, but you must promise never to divide the interests of the Sloan family!”

This was the final straw.

Clayton looked at him and flicked his wrist to look at his diamond watch. His cufflinks glowed with a cold light.

He stood up to straighten his jacket and said with an indifferent voice.

“You’re not qualified to negotiate with me. Before long, there will no longer be a Sloan Corporation in Liberty. It’ll be called SF Corporation, and not a single Sloan will be there.”

Quavon’s face suddenly changed, and he looked at Clayton in shock.

“W–What are you saying?”

Clayton was giving up all of Sloan Corporation’s contacts and resources to start over.

This meant going back almost ten years by cutting off all interests, involvement, and connections.

Huh, Clayton actually dared to do that?

How ruthless!

Clayton gazed faintly at Quavon with a hint of a sneer on his face.

If you secretly contact the outside

pupils shrank fiercely. He no longer had the aura he had just now. There

“Are you threatening me?”

Isaac’s life

his lips and did not

am, so you better believe

loving Isaac for more than twenty years in the name of brotherhood, Quavon would

Quavon had no choice.

he looked at Clayton, unable to say a single

Should Quavon threaten him?

Intimidate him?

Or beg for mercy?

it was, it would not have any

as if he never knew his son. In the past, Quavon did not even

existence was a

Clayton proof of betrayal to Isaac’s mother, but he was

Clayton now became a presence that could not be ignored, and he

caused a deep sense of fear to well up in

a second time and lifted his foot to leave, not even botheringt o look at

to realize that this would be the last time they

the discomfort in his

“Clayton, you…”

words to say, but the moment he saw Clayton’s dark and sunken eyes,