A chill shrouded Eric’s body.
Eric’s gaze was cold and deadly as he stared at Clayton's hand that was holding Nicole's thin waist.
Eric really wanted to chop Clayton to pieces.
The person opposite spoke in surprise.
"She's not Mrs. Ferguson? I... I'm not mistaken, right?"
He looked at Nicole again.
Although Nicole's temperament had become a bit cooler, her looks were still so stunning that it left a deep impression on others.
How could he have recognized the wrong person?
Clayton smiled. He was gentle and modest, but with a vague coldness in his tone.
"This is my girlfriend. She has nothing to do with Mr. Ferguson."
Clayton looked at Eric, hooked his lips, and slowly took Nicole’s hand as he smiled.
"Your good friend is here. Do you want to go over and say hello?"
Nicole froze, so Clayton lifted his chin.
Following his direction, Nicole saw Livia, who was waving at Nicole.
Nicole smiled and could not wait to leave this awkward situation immediately.
"Sure, let's go over."
Nicole looked at Eric and nodded, then left with Clayton.
Ian clicked his tongue and did not expect their relationship to progress at such a divine pace.
When they first started dating, their auras clearly did not fit well together.
The man that was left behind looked at Nicole's departing back. Did he really recognize the wrong person?
He suddenly looked a little embarrassed.
"Mr. Ferguson, did I recognize the wrong person?"
Eric’s face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold as he suppressed his inner rage. He spoke coldly.
"You're right. She's Mrs. Ferguson.”
After saying that, Eric turned around and left.
There was no point in staying here anymore.
'Clayton dared to go against me so blatantly. Does he really think that I won't dare to touch him? It seems that it’s about time...'
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