The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 1680

Clayton walked in. His gaze indifferently swept over his surroundings. He hooked his lips and asked, "I heard that your health is much better now?"

When Quavon was admitted here back then, he was in a very bad state.

Quavon's most beloved son became a vegetable, and the career that he was most proud of became someone else’s. How could a normal person withstand such a blow?

However, Quavon was no ordinary man.

No matter what, Quavon was able to make a name for himself in the Libertian business world.

Thus, Quavon still had remaining power.

Quavon looked at Clayton with a gloomy gaze. He did not have a trace of compromise or goodwill in his eyes. "Sorry to let you down, but I still have a long way to go before dying.”

At this point, Quavon and Clayton had completely fallen out with each other. There was no need to maintain their superficial father-son bond for the sake of certain interests.

After all, judging by the current situation, Clayton was the clear winner.

Clayton saw this and unceremoniously sat down on the opposite sofa. His long legs occupied most of the seat and gave off a sense of oppression for a moment.

Quavon had to admit that Clayton, the son he had despised since birth, was not what he used to be.

Otherwise, with Quavon's ability, it was simply too easy to leave this sanatorium.

However, Quavon was now stuck here and could not even get out of the door.

How ridiculous.

Clayton's voice was cold and harsh. His gaze was dull.

"I know that your people contacted you. You're involved in the recent mess at Sloan Corporation, right?"

This question was more of a statement with his tone o f certainty.

Quavon's eyes flickered, and he let out a smug snort.