The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric) novel Chapter 2098

Eric hated Clayton.

He absolutely hated Clayton's face.

Listening to Clayton speak made Eric even more annoyed.

Eric did not know how it was possible for such an annoying person to exist in this world.

Eric was livid as he sat on the sofa, motionless and stiff.

If not for his wound, Eric would have fought with Clayton.

Eric wanted Clayton to know what it meant to have a death wish.

The maid looked at them strangely and did not dare to listen anymore. She quickly left the vicinity.

Clayton put the gifts on the table, patted them, and said meaningfully, "Here, mend your wound."

Eric glared at him with dark eyes.

"No need. Keep it for yourself!"

Clayton chuckled lightly, seemingly mocking Eric’s stubbornness.

"Mr. Ferguson, I'm not here to visit you because you're sick. Don't misunderstand my good intentions."

Eric really wanted to rip off Clayton's hypocritical mask.

"Clayton Sloan, if you have something to say, just spit it out! Don’t think that I won't dare to do anything to you. This is my territory. If I really want to kill you, you won’t have a chance to stand in front of me!"

Clayton's smile subsided. He raised his eyebrows.

He sat opposite Eric.

His expression also turned glum.

"Of course, I know that. You've been tolerant enough of me. At least, I'm fully prepared to go all out and crush you, but nothing happened."

"No, I'm the one who will crush you!"

Eric stared at Clayton indifferently and corrected him.

Clayton did not bother to continue bickering.

"Yasmin is Angie. Where is she now?"

Knowing Clayton's intention, Eric seemed to have figured out Clayton's trump card and settled his emotions.

"How do you know that she’s Angie? Were you the one who arranged this?"

Eric was leaning on the sofa, occupying the whole space. He looked very imposing.

"When she fell into your hands last time, you let her go. Why is that? What kind of deal did you reach with her?"

Eric stared at Clayton, trying to find out any hint of their collusion from Clayton's face.

Clayton lifted his eyelids indifferently, :d"= PLS; his tone was cold.

"That is the case, but you don't have to know the details. After all, you also fell into my hands, and I also let you go."

Clayton looked arrogant, and his tone was cold and mocking.

To Eric, this was a major provocation that challenged his dignity.

Clayton was clearly mocking Eric’s incompetence!

Eric narrowed his eyes and coldly stared him down.

"So? You want me to be grateful to you?"

"That's not necessary. I don't expect you to repay me. My wife and I have done quite a lot of charity work recently, so I've learned to be more generous.”

Every word that Clayton said was like a nail hammered into Eric's heart.

It made Eric hate Clayton even more.

Clayton looked at Eric calmly and maintained a calm smile.

"I'm just reminding you that we're on the same front when it comes to dealing with Angie. After all, her existence is a threat to us. With a ticking time bomb like her by your side, you can't possibly sleep soundly, right?"

Eric looked at him expressionlessly.

"Why are you worried, Mr. Sloan? Isn’t she yours?"

Clayton laughed when he heard this.

"How could she be mine?”

"If you hadn't asked her to approach me and set a trap for me, how could she bear my child? If she hadn’t slipped away from your hands, how could she become Yasmin?"