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,

six bodyguards to fight with him on a break, but

not willing to

drained his strength, and

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

and gentleness were in stark contrast to

and stared

“When Nicole was bullied, you stayed out

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

was tense in

my family. Compared with Nicole, my mother

not say a

does she have nine lives? Eric, in fact, the reason why you

Eric finished speaking, his expression changed

was extremely happy when he saw his expression

is crueler than killing

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

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

Nicole hear any negative news about himself

in her heart, he will always

his head, and looked at him with deep eyes:

have a family. I’m

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

An inexplicable sentence.

Eric’s whole body stiff for

That moment.

each other, the air was so cold that it could

said, Eric understood. But he didn’t expect,

clearly hid

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

frowned, “How could

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

tightened and his

you that?” he said

Clayton chuckled lightly: “Guess.”

finished speaking, he turned

made Eric feel a chill