The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 777

Eric's long silence made Ingrid feel worried and afraid.

For a long time, Eric coldly snickered. "Forgive who? You?"

Ingrid raised her head abruptly and quickly shook her head.

"Brother, it has nothing to do with me! I'm not so capable. It’s Grandpa..."

Eric's face suddenly changed. His voice was cold.

"I’ve arranged people by Grandpa's side. He didn't know what I was doing, but you... What did you do when you went to the office during the day yesterday?"

One sentence made Ingrid petrified. Her face instantly turned miserably white.

Ingrid did not want Mitchell to tell Eric that she had been there, but she forgot that Mitchell was Eric's right -hand man, so how could he listen to her orders?

She stood there dumbstruck. Her eyes abruptly reddened.

"Ingrid, I see that you haven't learned anything during your time in society. You even learned to lie, so you can go back and continue to do your sales.” 1

Ingrid was shocked and hurried over, crying as she looked at Eric.

"Brother, I just couldn't stand to see Clayton Sloan steal Nicole. That’s why I told Grandpa about it. Nicole is yours, and I truly want you two to be together. I didn't want to drag Nicole down. When the netizens scolded her, I even hired some keyboard warriors to speak for Nicole..."

Ingrid even took out her phone and found the transaction records and chat records.

They were indeed all requests for people to say more good things for Nicole.

Eric narrowed his eyes and was silent for a moment a s Ingrid cried miserably.

"Mom has left the country, and Dad isn't here. I only have you and Grandpa now. Please don’t drive me away... Brother, I was wrong! I can apologize to Nicole.

I can kneel at the memorial hall too..."

Ingrid said between sobs. She took two steps back. "I’ll go and kneel now..."

After that, Ingrid turned around and ran, fearing that Eric would tell her to get lost.

The butler hesitated at the side. "President..."

Eric raised his gloomy eyes that were filled with cold intent.

"From now on, Old Master Ferguson and Ingrid can't take one step out of the villa. I will have someone bring the contract over every day until he signs it."

Cold and ruthless - this was the real Eric Ferguson.

Eric walked out the door. The butler sighed, and the bodyguards on duty instantly multiplied by several folds.