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: “Nicole, Is

though Clayton found five or six bodyguards to fight with him

not willing to be

his strength, and he kept

weak anywhere. But now, at this time, he

and gentleness were in stark

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

stayed

while and then clenched his fists. Every word of Clayton poked at his pain

was tense in

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

he Did not say a

his teeth: “So you can let Nicole die. Do you think she is 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

his expression changed a

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

fact is crueler than killing

let your people pick

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

hear any negative

her heart, he will always be

head, and looked at him with

from you. I have a family. I’m a serious businessman. I can’t get my

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 Stanton family into the quagmire, do

An inexplicable sentence.

Eric’s whole body stiff for

That moment.

air was

didn’t expect, how could Clayton know about that

clearly hid so

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

frowned, “How could

it’s up to me to decide whether to give it or not. You think that you are smart enough to involve the Stanton

tightened and his

you that?” he

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

Clayton finished speaking, he turned

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