The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 983

Faced with Clayton's courteous inquiry, Mitchell nodded and said politely, "Please wait a moment..."

Then, Mitchell knocked on Eric's office door and went i n.

Eric’s expression was cold and solemn as he stared at the screen, listening to the report the person on the other side was giving.

Eric was very unhappy that he was disturbed.

His eyes coldly swept over Mitchell.

Mitchell pursed his lips at the cold air around him and mouthed a name. "Clayton Sloan."

In an instant, Eric's pupils shrank.

Eric simply spoke in French and ended the video conference before shutting down his computer.

"Speak."

Mitchell sighed in relief. "Mr. Sloan is here. He asked i f you were available."

If it were someone else, Mitchell would have probably let them wait until Eric finished the meeting.

However, Clayton was different. This method did not work on him. If they made Clayton wait for just a minute, he might find an excuse and leave.

Eric’s eyes were cold and dark.

He reached out for the cigarette case on the table and lit one up.

His posture was cold as he bit on the cigarette. He said, "Let him in."

Mitchell nodded and went out. 'Mr. Ferguson’s smoking habit is getting worse recently...'

Clayton had always been warm and modest. No matter what kind of person he was facing, he would always be polite, gentle, and calm to an extreme degree.

Thus, when Clayton saw Eric sitting there with hawklike eyes as if Eric wanted to tear him apart and drink his blood, Clayton remained unmoved and simply smiled.

"Mr. Ferguson, it's been a long time."

The first button on Eric’s collar was loose, and his body was covered with an unrestrained and wicked chill.

Eric chuckled softly and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

His voice was cold. "I didn’t think you’d dare to come and see me."

Eric wanted to kill him from the first time Clayton approached Nicole.