The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric) novel Chapter 2102

Soon, the elevator arrived at Eric's office floor.

Chance left the elevator and happened to see Mitchell coming toward him.

Mitchell frowned slightly and was surprised to see Chance here.

"Young Master, why did you come here?"

Chance did not know what to say and did not want to explain himself.

He just kept walking in.

Mitchell frowned and stopped him.

"Young Master, are you here to look for your father? He's not in the office right now. If you want to look for him, you'll have to wait because he's in a meeting in the conference room."

Chance raised his eyes to glance at Mitchell. After a moment of silence, he changed his direction and went straight to the conference room.

Mitchell looked at Chance's back and felt that something was wrong.

Mitchell wanted to catch up to Chance, but he suddenly remembered something and took out his phone.

"Teacher, how did Chance come out of school on his

own? What aunt? Chance's aunt?"

Mitchell hung up the phone. His expression changed dramatically.

At that moment, Chance had already pushed the door of the conference room open and walked in.

The mood in the meeting room was solemn.

The executives were presenting their quarterly reports, so everyone was very serious and silent.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Chance walked in stiffly. His fair and tender face was ashen, and there was no light in his eyes.

He walked toward Eric.

Eric sat at the head of the table with a slight frown. When he did not speak, he was exuding a strong chill like a glacier that could never be melted.

Seeing that Chance walked in unhindered, Eric instantly looked glum.

The next second, before anyone could speak, Eric rebuked coldly.

"Mitchell, does everyone outside want to lose their jobs?"

Mitchell hurried in and happened to hear this.

His heart trembled immediately.

Mitchell walked in. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ferguson. I'll take the young master to the lounge now."

As he said that, Mitchell wanted to hold Chance's hand, but Chance flung Mitchell’s hand away.

Such a small body suddenly exerted such a great force.

Mitchell did not expect it.

Chance stepped forward with red-rimmed eyes TNP; stood in front of Eric. He looked increasingly stubborn and resentful.

Eric frowned and looked at the rude and out-ofcharacter Chance. He tried hard to suppress his dissatisfaction.

He looked down with deep and indifferent eyes and met Chance's gaze.

"What do you want to do? Tell me."

Eric was concise. His voice was very restrained.

Chance opened his mouth but could not make a sound.

Chance felt anxious.

The people around them were silent and dared not to make a sound.

Everyone looked at Chance pitifully and sympathetically. Some people were also waiting to see Chance's gaffe.

Chance opened his mouth several times but was unable to make a sound.

He saw a pen and paper on the table and wanted to get it.

Unfortunately, he was not tall enough to reach it.

Chance jumped up but still could not reach it.

All this while, Eric, who was sitting there, just looked at Chance coldly without the intention to help him.

The man sitting on Eric’s left side subconsciously wanted to help Chance, but Eric glanced at him, and he dared not move again.

Everyone secretly understood the meaning of this.

Whether or not Chance was Eric's son, it was unlikely that he would become the successor of Ferguson Corporation.

Initially, they thought Chance could be Eric's successor because of Mitchell's attentiveness to him.

Even Eric's confidant, Mitchell, was so attentive to Chance. Thus, everyone started to make their own plans.

However, it seemed that Chance might not be Eric's successor.

Chance was really anxious. His face was red with anger.