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: “Nicole, Is she

or six bodyguards to fight with him on a break,

was not willing to be beaten without

his strength, and he

anywhere. But now, at this time, he was

gentleness were in stark contrast to

the dim light, Clayton suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him coldly: “Why

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

for a while and then clenched his fists. Every word of

was tense in pain: “What

also my family. Compared with Nicole, my mother has no use value. They can kill this ordinary woman

he Did not say a word.

she have nine lives? Eric, in fact, the reason why you lose is not because you gave up her countless

speaking, his expression changed a

on him and he was

is crueler than killing

“Mr. Ferguson, I will put you at the dock and let your people pick

he

can’t let Nicole hear any

heart, he will always be

his body raised his head, and looked at him

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

his eyes fell on Eric, and he said meaningfully: “Mr. Ferguson, you did everything possible to pull the

An inexplicable sentence.

for a moment, and looked up at

That moment.

air was so cold that it

But he didn’t expect, how could Clayton

clearly hid

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

“How

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

eyes tightened and

you that?”

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

Clayton finished speaking, he turned around

made Eric feel a chill