The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric) novel Chapter 1316

Clayton looked up and glanced at his assistant.

The assistant nodded and went out sensibly, leaving ample space for the two people.

Clayton stood up and brewed tea for himself.

The water was boiling, and the fragrance of the tea lingered.

Clayton looked at him for a moment in a trance before suddenly laughing. He lowered his head and laughed a t himself.

Quavon's lips twitched.

"What are you laughing at? Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg you?”

Quavon refused to bow to his bastard son, especially a n outcast who he had abandoned.

Clayton's eyes flashed slightly. With his back to the light, Clayton looked at Quavon and spoke in a cold and calm tone.

"I went to Mediania and met countless people. I wondered countless times. Why me?"

Quavon frowned and stared at him.

Clayton's tone was very light.

"Why was I born as your son? Why was I born as your illegitimate son?” "You're still dwelling on that matter?

"It's already a blessing for you to be born as my son. After your mother died, I brought you back to the Sloan family. I gave you an identity, clothed, and fed you. What more do you want?”

Quavon snorted coldly, extremely disdainful.

Clayton lowered his eyes. His tone was somewhat desolate and envious.

"No, it’s my bad luck to end up in the Sloan family.”

Quavon was so angry he almost slapped the table and got up.

Clayton's voice remained free from arrogance and impetuosity.

"In the past, I never envied others before. I always felt that gain and loss were a balanced scale. However, after I went to Mediania, I started to envy others."