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 a break, but

not willing to be beaten without his

his strength, and

time, he was really embarrassed. He was exhausted and had bruises all

and gentleness were in stark contrast

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

tone was extremely cold: “When Nicole was bullied, you stayed out of it, what are you pretending to

was silent for a while and then clenched his

body was tense in pain:

do? That’s my mother, no matter how bad she treats me, she is also my family. Compared with Nicole, my mother

Did not say a word.

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

his eyes, his eyes fell on him and he was

fact is crueler

clothes: “Mr. Ferguson, I will put you at the dock and let your people pick you up. In the future, don’t be wise enough to hang around

that he

Nicole hear any negative news about himself

heart, he will always

and looked at him with

you. I have a family. I’m a

Eric, and he said meaningfully: “Mr. Ferguson, you did everything possible to pull the Stanton family into the quagmire,

An inexplicable sentence.

stiff for a moment,

That moment.

each other, the air was so

didn’t expect, how could Clayton

clearly hid

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

“How

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

and his

you that?”

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

Clayton finished speaking, he turned around and walked

Eric feel a chill in his heart.