The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 611 Playing Dumb, Right?

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Eric's footsteps were heavy, and his face was cold as he went over to open the door.

Mitchell, who was at the door, held the toxicology report of the wine they sent for testing. He handed it to Eric while he explained.

"President, the test results are out. Although there are no large doses of hazardous drugs in the wine, there is a slight hallucinogenic agent added to it. The alcohol content is also very high at 51% ABV." Mitchell was so nervous when he was at the lab urging the staff to work overtime.

If they could not get the results, no one would be able to be at ease.

When Mitchell found out that there were hallucinogens in the wine, he became alert and came over to report to Eric immediately.

Mitchell endured his exhaustion as he looked at Eric.

Eric took over the report and glanced at it. His face grew colder and gloomier as ruthlessness and darkness flashed in his eyes.

His tone was cold without a trace of temperature.

"Find out who has been here tonight, especially the

one who delivered the wine."

That reckless person who dared to touch his taboo would end up badly.

Mitchell was shocked and immediately regained composure. "Understood. TH get it done immediately."

After that, Mitchell left and thoughtfully closed the door for Eric.

Eric wiped his sweat. He had not been this angry in a long time.

He went back to the bedroom and looked at the woman on the bed with a dark gaze. His eyes lingered on her face. He had been thinking of such a scene every day and night.

How great would it be if they could continue being like this?

She used to be his, but he lost her.

Thinking of this, Eric's heart felt a dense pain like it was entangled by thin threads.

Eric's eyes darkened as he looked down on Nicole. He gently kissed her forehead and brushed away the stray hairs from her face. His lips curled up as he said in a low voice, "Goodnight, Mrs. Ferguson. TH wait for you to come back to me." 2

After that, Eric left the room to investigate what happened earlier that night.

The cold wind in the deep night gave the darkness a chilling feeling.

Mitchell spent the night investigating the surveillance footage and copied out the segment where those two women knocked on Nicole's door.

Immediately after, Mitchell notified the bodyguards to detain these women.

He could already tell how miserable these reckless actresses would end up.

Eric kicking them out of the entertainment industry would be considered merciful.

Mitchell was unsure if Eric was sleeping, so he sent a message telling Eric that he found the culprit.

In less than three seconds, Mitchell received a phone call.

Eric asked, "Where did you take her?"

Mitchell replied, "The cubicle in the basement."

They needed to be discreet.

One minute later.

Seeing the woman tied up in the room, Eric's cold eyes were grim and stern as he stood there with no expression. He seemed like a different person from earlier. His body seemed to be shrouded in a hostile chill.

Two big and burly bodyguards flanked the actress and pressed her shoulders to prevent her from struggling

and breaking free.

Charlotte shrank to the ground in horror. She was still wearing the disgusting white nightgown that was now dirty and ripped from her struggle.

With Eric's signal, the bodyguard took out the rag in Charlotte's mouth.

Charlotte was bound tightly with her arms behind her back. Her bones were misaligned, so she was in so much pain that her features were distorted at this time. She cried in pain.

"Mr. Ferguson! Mr. Ferguson... I know that I was wrong. Please spare me! I can apologize to Ms. Stanton in person and admit my mistake. I'll do anything..."

When Charlotte was brought here, she knew that her deed had been discovered.

She suddenly realized that what she should be worried about was not her career, but her life!

Eric coldly hooked his lips. His eyes were cruel, vicious, and unfeeling like someone who came from hell, without any feelings.

"Apologize? No, she doesn't need your apology. Someone who has been hurt won't be happy just because of an apology, will they?" His voice was deep and cold. A crazy resolve was vaguely brewing in his eyes.