Clayton raised his eyebrows. There was a hint of coldness in his smile.
However, Clayton was relieved. Since he achieved his goal, it was time to leave.
Clayton slowly stood up and spoke with an irritating tone.
"I should be going now, Mr. Ferguson. Nicole will be worried if I stay any longer."
Clayton ignored Eric's murderous gaze and stood up.
He smiled faintly at Eric.
Eric was clearly provoked by the words. His eyes twitched fiercely and carried a scarlet killing intent.
This damned Clayton Sloan was always challenging Eric’s limits time and time again.
The next second, Eric could no longer hold back. The blood in his body surged as his anger reached an extreme point.
Abruptly, Eric crossed the table, grabbed Clayton's collar, and yanked him forward, then swung a fist at him.
"Just you wait, Clayton. I won’t let you off easily!"
The corner of Clayton's mouth was bleeding, and half o f his face was bruised, painting his gentle and
scholarly face with color. It was particularly eyecatching.
Clayton reached out and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth before smiling at Eric.
He did not look angry, nor did he plan to fight back.
It was as if a little injury was to be expected.
"Goodbye, Mr. Ferguson.”
He gave Eric a look and turned around to leave the office where the air was extremely cold.
There was a violent movement behind him as if something shattered.
Clayton remembered the valuable ornament on the desk and secretly lamented its destruction...
Mitchell looked at Clayton coming out calmly with a bruised nose and a smile seemingly on his face.
He was instantly a little puzzled. 'Why is Clayton so happy after being beaten up?'
Suddenly, a phrase flashed in his mind.
'Was Clayton trying to use his injury to gain sympathy? I
In Stanton Mansion.
Nicole froze the moment she returned to the mansion.
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