The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric) novel Chapter 1081

Quavon Sloan said, "Isaac was indeed too careless. He thought that he didn't have to worry about his safety i n Mediania. I often cautioned him to be on his guard against people, but he's young and reckless, which made him forget that.”

The corners of Eric's lips twitched as he exhaled a smoke ring. He looked ahead indifferently and seemed to be immersed in his own world.

Eric did not listen to what Quavon said.

Quavon suppressed the impatience in his heart and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Ferguson, Isaac's disappearance must have something to do with Clayton. Of course, we still have t o rely on you here in Mediania. Could you please help...?"

Eric turned his head. His gaze was indifferent.

"Help? What's in it for me?"

His voice was low and slow.

It had the shrewdness and calculative tone of a businessman.

A big piece of pie like the Sloan family was offered to him on a silver platter. It would seem unjustified not t o take a cut.

Quavon paused, not expecting Eric to be so direct.

If Quavon offered money, Eric would definitely not be interested.

After pondering for a few seconds, Quavon hesitantly said, "Sloan Corporation has a subsidiary company in Mediania. We can give half of our shares to you..."

"Hah..." Eric laughed, which made Quavon tremble fiercely. Quavon hastily changed his words.

“Sloan Corporation’s business circle is currently planning to link up a global business map. If you're willing, Ferguson Corporation can be our only client in Mediania."

Eric’s eyes instantly deepened. He took a drag of the cigarette, looked at Keith, who was running over from afar, and said in a clear voice, "Deal."

He had heard whispers of the Sloan family before. If they really managed to link up this domain, they could even monopolize a part of the industry with compelling profits.

There was no reason to refuse.

Quavon sighed in relief. "Then..."

Eric glanced at him. "I’ll have someone give you the information tomorrow.”

Quavon was instantly relieved. "Thank you, Mr. Ferguson."

Keith ran over, panting. "Ferg, how could you misplace your phone? Fortunately, I've always been good at finding stuff, so I managed to find it. Get in the car..."