Little Softie
Eric’s tone was perfunctory, and his face was as sharp as a knife.
“You’re such a disgrace that the whole world knows about it!”
Keith was speechless.
Was it that hard to ask for some dignity?
“By the way, do you know about the case where Ava York was hung by the Stanton family a few days
ago? She used to be one of your people, but you didn’t help her out at all?!!
Eric calmly breathed out smoke and extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray in front of him.
His fingers were well defined, slender, and powerful.
“She’s not one of my people. She’s one of Asher Sullivan’s people. Asher puts his own safety above
overs, and I won’t take the initiative to jump into the pit.
Eric’s voice was a bit unruly.
It was as if he had already forgotten about Ava York.
Nicole was halfway there before she remeinbered to call Clayton.
However, Clayton’s phone line was busy and could not be reached.
With no other choice, Nicole went there with her own bodyguards.
“The house under Eric’s name was in an ordinary residential area. It looked unremarkable
and even a little old.
It was the most dilapidated house Eric owned.
He was probably too embarrassed to say anything.
Nicole led her people there and saw some other people looking around downstairs.
The head of the group was none other than Clayton.
Clayton’s eyes shook slightly when he saw her.
Nicole hurriedly went up to him. “He’s on the thirteenth floor. Let’s hurry.”
Clayton nodded and hurriedly led the people in.
There was no time to care about other people’s gazes now.
The people Nicole brought used all their efforts to tell the onlookers that they could not take pictures or
videos.
As soon as they got out of the elevator, they heard Lil Michael’s loud voice coming from inside.
“Help! He’s hitting me! Mr. Police, help me!”
Nicole’s heart clenched. She was just about to rush over when Clayton hurriedly pulled her arm and
dragged her back.
“There are people inside. Don’t rush in.”
If Nicole lost even a strand of hair here, Clayton might die of heartache.
The people in the back knocked on the door incessantly.
The person inside that was pretending to be absent finally could not help but get annoyed.
Who is it? Stop knocking already! Why are you still knocking when there’s no one home?”
The person who knocked on the door looked at Clayton, who nodded his head.
He spoke up in a very annoyed tone.
“Are you the new tenant? You have to register yourself. Your kid has been yelling the entire time. He’s a
nuisance!”
The person inside could not help but open the door. “You f*cker. I don’t care if he’s noisy, so-”
The instant the door was opened, he could not close it anymore.
The dozen or so bodyguards outside rushed in, making it seem much more crowded inside.
Lil Michael shouted excitedly.
“Daddy! Daddy! Your beloved son is here!”
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