The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 1971

Mitchell was also helpless regarding Quinn and Ingrid.

"The information we got earlier is consistent with what Mr. Sloan told us.

Madam Ferguson and Ms. Ferguson are in Falcon's hands. But the day before Falcon returned to South Africa, the two of them suddenly disappeared. They searched everywhere, but there was no news of Mrs. Ferguson and Miss Ferguson. I presume that they escaped on their own...?"

This would be the best scenario, escaping by themselves without falling into anyone's hands.

Eric's face was cold, and his eyes were dark.

'If they ran away, why didn’t they contact us? How far can they run anyway?"

Even if Ingrid was stupid, Quinn should understand that only Eric could protect them.

However, to this day, no one contacted him.

Their people could not find Quinn's and Ingrid's whereabouts either.

This was a little strange.

Mitchell was silent.

"Did Tyler find out? Perhaps he got to them first?"

Eric's face was stern for a moment. He was trying to suppress the surging hostility in his eyes.

"I don't think so. I've been with him this whole time, so I understand what he's like. He’s ruthless, but he doesn't have enough foresight to do this."

However, Tyler did not get his current status merely by brute force either.

A hint of anger crossed Eric's indifferent face. He gritted his teeth.

They could only wait.

Mitchell kept quiet for a moment and said," Mr. Ferguson, Mr. Sloan has a lot of resources and connections in South Africa. Why don't we ask him to help us inquire about Tyler's movements? He also knows Snakehead. If he could help in these aspects, perhaps we could find where Mrs. Ferguson and Ms. Ferguson are."

Seeing Eric's gloomy face, Mitchell knew that he had said too much.

Why would Eric ask Clayton for help?

This was worse than killing him.

Sure enough, Eric’s cold eyes swept over Mitchell, and Eric did not say a word.

Afternoon.

Stanton Corporation.

Eric's arrival naturally caused quite a commotion.

He did not make an appointment with Grant's or Nicole's assistants beforeh>c+> UMV:.

After all, a person of Eric’s status did not need an appointment.

The lady at the front desk looked at him with difficulty.

"Mr. Ferguson, may I ask who you'd like to meet?"

After all, there were many Stantons in the upper management.

The receptionist did not know if it was intentional or not, but Eric's face turned gloomy.

After a long time, Eric said, "Grant Stanton.'

The receptionist responded and called the President's Office.

After a while, she hung up.

“Mr. Ferguson, please wait in the lounge upstairs. Mr. Stanton's conference call will end in five minutes."

Eric did not say much. He just lifted his foot and left with an intimidating aura

The assistant in the lounge did not dare to neglect Eric and quickly served him a cup of coffee. Eric came too unexpectedly.

After Grant came out of the meeting, the assistant quickly greeted him.

"He's still waiting?' The assistant glanced at the time. "Yes, Mr. Ferguson is in the lounge."

Someone had informed Grant of Eric's arrival long ago, so he was naturally aware of it.