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?”

paused, breathing heavily:

bodyguards to fight with

was not willing to be beaten without his

strength,

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

calmness and gentleness were in stark contrast to

and stared at

was extremely cold: “When Nicole was bullied, you stayed out

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

throat moved, and his whole body was tense in pain: “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 use value. They can kill this ordinary woman at will, but

a

is not ordinary, does she have nine lives? Eric, in fact, the reason why you lose is

Eric finished speaking, his expression changed a

eyes, his eyes fell on him and he was

is crueler than killing

tidied up his clothes: “Mr. Ferguson, I will put you at the dock and let your

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

hear any negative news about

husband in her heart, he will always be

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

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

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 you want

An inexplicable sentence.

body stiff for a moment, and looked

That moment.

other, the air was so cold that

But he didn’t expect, how could Clayton know

clearly hid so

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

frowned, “How

are smart enough to involve the Stanton family and me, and you can

eyes tightened and

told you that?” he said

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

he turned around and

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