The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 803 What’s in It for Me?

Eric lifted his eyelids, unconcerned.

He was silent and did not say anything, making Nathaniel anxious.

Nathaniel and Eric were really not on the same level.

After a pause, Nathaniel could not help but speak.

"Great-grandpa has approached me and asked me to take your place. Uncle Eric, you're in danger!"

Mitchell stood there in silence and raised his eyebrows.

Toto was so shocked that he could barely maintain his expression. 'So direct?'

Eric calmly lowered his eyes without the slightest bit of surprise. "Then what?"

Nathaniel's face twitched. "Then..."

Eric looked at Nathaniel. His eyes were dark.

"Your father's health isn't great and can't withstand pressure. You're the only person that Grandpa can choose. You're just a puppet, so what else do I need to worry about?" Nathaniel felt insulted. 'I came here with such passion and sincerity! How could he treat me like this?!" "Uncle Eric, you... You're too condescending!"

Eric pursed his lips. A hint of a smile emerged on his cold face.

"Are you saying that you really want to sit in my position? It's not impossible. If you follow the Old Master, you might stand a chance..." What Eric said was too euphemistic.

Old Master Ferguson's chances of winning were almost zero, so the chances of Nathaniel following the Old Master amount to none. On the contrary, doing so would just offend Eric.

Nathaniel really could not figure out how Old Master Ferguson became so confused to get into a power struggle at his old age.

He felt ridiculous just saying it out loud.

What's more, Old Master Ferguson wanted to drag Nathaniel into this mess. Was it because he saw that Nathaniel was living too well?

Not to mention that Nathaniel did not have the ability to sit in Eric's position. Even if he did, Ferguson Corporation would have to declare bankruptcy within a month.

Nathaniel did not want to take up such a big responsibility.

This would simply bring him to his death!

Nathaniel looked at Eric with a bitter face. "My father asked me to come to you for an idea. You also know that our family isn't that ambitious. Besides eating, drinking, and playing, we can't do anything. My father and I don't agree with the Old Master's words. Uncle Eric, you pretty much watched me grow up. I'm your most beloved nephew! You can't unilaterally announce that you're kicking me out of the Ferguson family!"

Nathaniel was doing well in the entertainment industry because he was backed by the Ferguson family.

He knew that without the Ferguson family's support, he would have to start fighting with other young hunks.

Eric raised his eyebrows with a cold face. It seemed that Nathaniel and his family were more sensible than he imagined.

This was within his expectation.

Nathaniel saw that Eric was unmoved, he panicked.

It was only after a while that Eric spoke slowly." What's in it for me?"

That one sentence shocked the three people present.

"Benefits?" Nathaniel could not believe his ears.

"I'm the one who came to report this to you. I'm here to surrender. Uncle Eric, did you get the order of identity reversed?"

Nathaniel really felt like he heard a thunderbolt on a clear day.

Eric sat there in his white shirt and black pants. His posture was upright, and his clear and handsome face was indifferent with a cold smile.

"I didn't ask you to come. You came to me yourself."

Whoever begs for mercy first, loses.

Here, the rules were always up to Eric.

Nathaniel suddenly felt like his worldview was refreshed.

Mitchell had become accustomed to all of this. No one could talk terms with Eric because Eric simply was not interested in that bit of temptation. Nathaniel choked on his words and looked at his second uncle.

Eric really lived up to his name as a cold-blooded and ruthless capitalist. Fortunately, Nathaniel surrendered early.

Otherwise, he would have been killed in seconds without even a body left behind.