The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric) novel Chapter 1427

Eric’s face was tense. A trace of ruthlessness flashed i n the bottom of his eyes.

His fists clenched tightly as veins bulged out.

"I said, stay away from her, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

His voice sounded like it came from hell. It was terribly cold.

Ann did not care at all. She smiled, imitating Nicole's smile, but it was not as natural as Nicole's. Instead, it was terrifying to look at.

Eric glared at Ann intently. His dark eyes hid a strong chill.

Ann smiled. "Mr. Charles Ferguson is still in my hands. He’s the one you should be most concerned about right now."

Eric's gaze was bitterly cold as he narrowed his eyes.

He took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.

It was a disconnected number.

Charles went around almost all their foreign subsidiaries and just did not return to Mediania. Not only because he was unwilling to embarrass himself, but also because he did not want to face the hysterical Quinn.

However, his life had always been rich. There was no shortage of beautiful women around Charles, so Old Master Ferguson never asked about him.

As long as he did not get into trouble, Charles could do whatever he wanted.

Only if Charles leaves would Eric's position be more stable.

Ferguson Corporation could only have one person in charge.

Old Master Ferguson chose his grandson Eric, so he could only give up on his mediocre son Charles.

Ann watched Eric's movement and smiled. She found a video from her phone, put it in front of him, and pressed play.

In the video, Charles was being held at gunpoint. His face was bloodless with terror, and his body shook in fear.

"D-Don’t kill me!"

The video was just ten or so seconds, and Charles only said those three words before it stopped.

Eric's gaze became even colder. He did not have much affection for his father, but that did not mean that someone else could use his father to threaten him.

There was a hint of mockery on his lips.

It was as if he heard something very funny.

It was the first time he heard of a person kidnapping a father in order to marry his son.

It was absolutely ridiculous!

Ann looked at Eric solemnly. "I want to marry you. I'm going to make you mine."

Eric raised his eyes that were clear and cold.

"I’ve never been interested in you. You know that, right?"

"I know. That's why I'm not me now. I’m Ann."

Ann suddenly approached him and spoke with a smile.

"I know you like Nicole, so I deliberately dressed like her. I imitated her for a whole year already. I already have around 80% to 90% of her demeanor and temperament, right? You can think of me as her substitute. I don't mind at all. As long as I can get you, I'm willing to be a stand-in. Look, I'll gain what I want, and you’ll gain the Nicole that you long for. It's a winwin situation..."