The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 2009

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 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.”

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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?”

breathing heavily:

five or six bodyguards to fight with him on

was not willing to be beaten

drained his strength,

anywhere. But now, at this time, he was

calmness and gentleness were

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

stayed out of it, what are you pretending to

then clenched his fists. Every word

his whole body was tense in

and 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,

a word. It took all his

not 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

speaking, his expression

eyes fell on him and he was extremely happy when

is crueler

the dock and let your people

didn’t move Eric. It wasn’t that he didn’t dare. Afraid

can’t let Nicole hear any negative news about

perfect husband in her heart, he will always be

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

sly smile like a fox. His eyes swept away, his eyes fell on Eric, and he said meaningfully: “Mr. Ferguson, you did everything possible to pull the

An inexplicable sentence.

for a

That moment.

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

didn’t

hid so

watching a good show: “I didn’t

frowned, “How could

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

tightened and

told you that?” he said

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

finished speaking, he turned

Eric feel a chill in