The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 983 She’s Mine

Faced with Clayton's courteous inquiry, Mitchell nodded and said politely, "Please wait a moment..."

Then, Mitchell knocked on Eric's office door and went i n.

Eric's expression was cold and solemn as he stared at the screen, listening to the report the person on the other side was giving.

Eric was very unhappy that he was disturbed.

His eyes coldly swept over Mitchell.

Mitchell pursed his lips at the cold air around him and mouthed a name. "Clayton Sloan."

In an instant, Eric's pupils shrank.

Eric simply spoke in French and ended the video conference before shutting down his computer.

"Speak."

Mitchell sighed in relief. "Mr. Sloan is here. He asked if you were available."

If it were someone else, Mitchell would have probably let them wait until Eric finished the meeting.

However, Clayton was different. This method did not work on him. If they made Clayton wait for just a minute, he might replace an excuse and leave. Eric's eyes were cold and dark.

He reached out for the cigarette case on the table and lit one up.

His posture was cold as he bit on the cigarette. He said, "Let him in."

Mitchell nodded and went out. 'Mr. Ferguson's smoking habit is getting worse recently...'

Clayton had always been warm and modest. No matter what kind of person he was facing, he would always be polite, gentle, and calm to an extreme degree. Thus, when Clayton saw Eric sitting there with hawklike eyes as if Eric wanted to tear him apart and drink his blood, Clayton remained unmoved and simply smiled. "Mr. Ferguson, it's been a long time."

The first button on Eric's collar was loose, and his body was covered with an unrestrained and wicked chill.

Eric chuckled softly and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

His voice was cold. "I didn't think you'd dare to come and see me."

Eric wanted to kill him from the first time Clayton approached Nicole.

It was a bit regrettable that Eric did not get his way.

However, it did not mean that he gave up.

Clayton's face was calm and carried a faint and detached smile as if it was a mask that he had always worn that he could no longer take off.

He walked to the seat opposite of Eric and sat down. He moved gracefully to unbutton the button on his chest, his clear and elegant face devoid of any fear.

"I'm here to convey my girlfriend's thoughts on her behalf. Please stop doing things like sending flowers or gifts, lest others misunderstand and cause embarrassment for each other." Clayton said this smoothly. His gaze locked onto Eric's fierce eyes.

"On whose behalf?"

There was an unbelievable coldness in Eric's voice.

It was as if Eric would not hesitate to send the person opposite him to hell if Clayton spoke the wrong words next.

The atmosphere stagnated and turned cold.

The room was incredibly cold.

Clayton calmly met Eric's gaze. His face was still calm and gentle, but his aura had enough indifference to compete with Eric. "My girlfriend."

Clayton said each word clearly. He would not have taken the opportunity to come here if he were afraid.

He smiled faintly. "Don't tell me you still haven't accepted reality yet. Right now, Nicole has nothing to do with you. She's my girlfriend."

No matter how dark the person opposite him was, Clayton did not reveal a hint of fear.

Eric's aura suddenly grew gloomy and cold. His dark eyes were glaring at this damned Clayton Sloan.

Eric's fist suddenly smashed on the table in front of him. The veins on his arm bulged as his aura sank. Eric's voice was cold and chilly.

"Do you really think that I won't dare to touch you?"

Eric knew now that Clayton had a close relationship with the Sloan family in Liberty.

He knew that he could not replace out Clayton's real background and strength.

However, if it was in his territory, it was easy to make a person disappear without a sound...