The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 2095

Chance stood there sluggishly with his hands clasped tightly. He looked indescribably aggrieved as he lowered his head without saying a word.

Eric pursed his lips. "Since you don't want to tell me, I might have wrongly accused Yasmin. Do you want her to continue to take care of you?”

Chance remained silent and stood there motionless.

Eric finally lost his patience. He stared indifferently at the child who resembled him and said, "I don't have time to waste all my energy on you. If you don't say anything, then you can keep quiet forever. I'm not interested in knowing what happens between you and the nanny."

Chance finally had a reaction. He raised his eyelids slightly.

However, this time, there was no light in his clear eyes. He looked like a child who grew up in an instant.

Chance pursed his lips, and his face was pale.

Eric's secretary knocked on the door and came in to inform Eric of a meeting. Eric took his phone and went out without saying a word.

Not long after, someone came into the office and looked at Chance.

"Young Master, Mr. Ferguson asked me to take you wherever you want to go."

The secretary was quite curious why Mr. Ferguson was so indifferent to his son.

However, seeing that Chance was a

miniature version of Eric, the secretary had no doubt that Chance was Eric’s biological son.

Chance paused, slowly took out a pen and paper, and wrote a few words.

The secretary nodded. Chance was still the same.

Forty minutes later, Eric finished the meeting.

As soon as he came out, he asked about Chance's whereabouts.

The secretary replied, "Young Master Chance wants to go back to his residence, so I sent him back."

Eric just frowned and did not say anything more.

In the evening, Eric received a text message.

After reading it, he narrowed his eyes, and the expression on his face turned inexplicably solemn.

Eric dialed a number after pondering for a few seconds.

The night gradually turned darker.

Eric looked at the apartment in front of him with a cold gaze.

After a few minutes, he slowly got out of the car >e. walked in with a cold vibe.

Yasmin was obviously very happy to see Eric.

She changed into a bright-colored dress, which was different from her usual style. She also deliberately applied makeup.

Yasmin looked very bold with makeup as she drew a long and seductive cat eye.

"Mr. Ferguson, you’re here..."

Yasmin took a deep breath and let him in with a smile.

Eric glanced around.

The place was clean and quiet.

Suddenly, Eric heard something falling from upstairs. Yasmin's expression changed when she saw that Eric had already lifted his feet to walk upstairs.

Yasmin hurriedly stopped him. "Mr.

Ferguson, it’s alright. The young master must have accidentally bumped into a chair."

Eric did not stop and went upstairs.

Just as he was about to open the door, the door opened from the inside.

Chance came out of the room, raised his head, and looked at Eric expressionlessly.

The father and son looked at each other. After a few seconds, Chance glanced at Yasmin.

Yasmin had followed Eric upstairs.

"Young Master, why were you so careless just now?"

Chance lowered his head timidly and did not answer.

Yasmin looked at Eric with a smile. "Mr. Ferguson, I just made dinner. Why don't we eat together?"

A trace of disgust flashed in Eric's eyes.

Yasmin noticed it, but she pretended not to see it.