"Clayton and Nicole have joined hands to harm me. Clayton, that ingrate! He's really a son of a b*tch! Get him to come over!”
"Nicole should go to hell! Let me out! I'll kill her!”
"Do you think I've lost? I won't lose! Sloan Corporation can only be mine! It's mine alone!"
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Clayton lit a cigarette outside and smoked half of it before gently tossing it aside and crushing it with the tip of his shoe.
When Nicole was around, Clayton never touched a cigarette to maintain his image.
Clayton knew she did not like it.
Since Nicole was not around, Clayton felt inexplicably exhausted sitting here.
He was so tired that he could only take a puff of smoke to relieve his stress.
The doctor came out from the ward, and the cursing voice inside gradually diminished.
"Mr. Sloan?"
Clayton stood up looking indifferent. He nodded and looked slightly inside.
"He calmed down?”
The doctor said, "He’s been sedated, so he'll go to sleep soon. Mr. Sloan, if you want to speak to him, you can g o in now."
Clayton nodded. "Thank you."
The doctor left politely. The hospital staff had a good feeling for Clayton, who was so mysterious and modest.
Clayton went in and looked at Quavon lying on the bed. Quavon was staring straight at the ceiling. His pupils gradually became lax, and his chest was heaving violently.
Quavon looked like he was not satisfied with scolding people and felt suffocated.
Clayton walked to the side of the chair to sit down. His face had no trace of warmth.
Clayton looked indifferent and cold, showing the darkest side of himself.
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