Nicole and Kai were slightly stunned.
This sounded like something Lil Michael was capable of.
Nicole pursed her lips. "Then you should hurry over. Lil Michael must be anxious. Is your flight tonight?”
Clayton nodded and raised his hand to look at his watch.
"Yes, I'm leaving immediately. If something happens, you must call me."
Nicole nodded. Clayton said a few more words and left in a hurry after saying his goodbyes.
Ingrid’s farce did not have any substantial side effects on Clayton, so he did not care about Ferguson Corporation’s response.
It did not matter to him as long as Nicole was happy.
Eric called Nicole, but she still did not answer. The messages he sent her were like stones sinking into the sea.
Her detached attitude was enough to explain everything.
After a few days, Eric finally could not help it, so he ran over to the Stanton Mansion.
As a result, the butler told Eric frankly, "Ms. Stanton went to Sand City." 'She actually went back to the place that almost got her killed?' Eric's heart sank fiercely. His mood immediately turned gloomy.
In the car.
Toto looked at him warily. "Mr. Ferguson, I think you should calm down. Ms. Stanton doesn’t necessarily want to see you now..."
Hearing this, Eric felt even more suffocated. His eyes were dark and sullen.
"She has never taken the initiative to see me anyway."
Toto pursed his lips. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Ms. Stanton’s anger will subside eventually. Perhaps she'll feel better when she comes back..."
Eric swept an indifferent glance at him.
If not for Toto’s bad idea, which Toto then found a way to clean up the mess with the public relations department, Eric would have thrown this annoying fatty into the Seine River to feed the fish!
"Is there any movement with Old Master Ferguson?”
Toto then remembered that he was now more than just an odd jobber, he was almost competent enough t o do Mitchell's job.
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