Clayton heard the words, smiled and kissed her lips. “Do you think they are good brothers and sisters
with deep feelings?”
He sighed.
Not all siblings are the same as the Stanton family.
Most people value their own interests more.
Nicole wondered: “But they are brothers and sisters after all!”
And they are all mixed up on the road, and they value alliances the most. How can they kill each other?
Clayton smiled and explained: “Angie has never been a simple person. She was chosen by her father to
inherit his power.
Like Caleb, like Liliana, she was not as good as her. People who have given up.
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Don’t look at her now that she doesn’t have any sense of existence, but she is much smarter than Caleb
and Liliana.”
He reached out and touched her hair.
Nicole did not continue to speak, and was very confused. She didn’t want to get involved in Angie’s
affairs, but she almost died in her hands, and it was really cheap for her to let her go back like this.
How nice to hand it over to the police.
Clayton saw what she was thinking and smiled: “It’s okay, she’s more dangerous beside Liliana than the
police. If a dog bites a dog, it means avenging you.”
Nicole paused and did not continue. go down.
Forget it, she’s fine now anyway, Clayton will take care of everything.
There is an inexplicable trust in him.
She nodded.
The two people were relatively calm, and Clayton didn’t deliberately tell her about domestic affairs.
Liliana lost territory and power one after another, and suffered inexplicable blows many times.
He finally saw that someone was targeting him.
The most irritating thing is that most of the site is lost, but it is impossible to find out who did it.
The only thing to be happy about is that the money laundering project went very smoothly.
At the beginning, Liliana was just a small test, and then gradually increased investment, and the trick of
the white wolf with empty gloves turned out to be addictive.
Simply put, he directly put all the money into it.
Eric knew the news and just smiled faintly.
Also relieved.
In such a big game, how could Liliana not be fooled?
In the Ferguson Corporation’s office.
Eric sat there with a grim expression.
Mitchell raised his eyes and looked at him. Since he brought Eric back from abroad a week ago, his face
has not looked better.
There is also no mention of what happened abroad.
He vaguely felt that it had something to do with Nicole and Clayton, but he didn’t dare to mention a word.
Listening to Eric’s tone , he said in a low voice, “I see, go out.”
Mitchell pursed his lips and stood there, hesitatingly did not leave.
Eric looked wrong, lifted his eyes, and said in a cold tone: “Anything else?”
Mitchell said, “Just now, a child came and said that he was… your son.”
The voice fell.
Just looking at Eric’s expressionless face turned ashen.
He looked at him with cold eyes: “What did you say?”
Mitchell said quickly: “He came alone. There was no one else around, and he stayed downstairs all
morning and refused to leave. The front desk felt that something was wrong, so he Let me go and have a
look.
Mr. Ferguson, that kid, looks like you…a lot like you.”
Mitchell said the last few words with trepidation. If not, he wouldn’t dare to take the risk and report it.
Finished.
Eric’s eyes shot at him like a cold arrow, and Mitchell felt uncomfortable all over.
“Get out.”
He said coldly.
Mitchell paused, nodded, and then left quickly.
When Eric was away, Mitchell was the acting president.
But the Ferguson family’s surname is Ferguson after all, and the owner will always be Eric.
Mitchell left with a sad face.
A 3-year-old child with beautiful features was sitting there, his eyes shining brightly at him.
Mitchell did not open his mouth to let him in.
The child may have realized something, and lowered his eyes in disappointment, the light dimmed.
At just 3 years old, he learned to observe words and expressions, and he could already understand
some of the reactions of adults.
The child sat there with his head down and playing with his fingers without saying a word, very
aggrieved, but also very silent.
Mitchell felt a little distressed, but he sorted out his emotions and walked over with a smile: “Little boy,
where are your parents, do you remember the phone number? Uncle can call someone to pick you up.”
The child raised his head and clenched his little fist tightly.
He pointed in the direction of Eric’s office and said nothing.
Mitchell frowned and coaxed patiently: “This is our boss. He is very busy and won’t see you. You have to
tell me who brought you here?”
The child took out the notebook and pen, and wrote the word “Mummy” crookedly.
Mitchell paused, “Then who is your mommy?”
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