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?”

heavily:

Clayton found five or six bodyguards to fight with him on a break,

was not willing to be beaten

strength, and he kept

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

calmness and gentleness were in

stared at him coldly: “Why

stayed out of it, what are you pretending

a while and then clenched his fists.

whole body was tense in pain: “What

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

say a

lives? Eric, in fact, the reason why you lose is

speaking, his

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

is crueler

put you at the dock and let your people pick you up. In the future, don’t be wise enough to hang

Eric. It wasn’t that he didn’t dare. Afraid of getting into unnecessary

Nicole hear any

perfect husband in her heart, he will always

his body raised his head, and looked

family.

Eric, and he said meaningfully: “Mr. Ferguson,

An inexplicable sentence.

stiff for a moment, and looked up at him

That moment.

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

didn’t expect, how could Clayton know about that

hid so

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

“How

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

eyes tightened and

told you that?”

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

speaking, he

elongated his figure, but it made Eric feel a chill in his