She’s Dead
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 stood in front of Eric.He looked increasingly stubborn
and resentful.
Eric frowned and looked at the rude and out-of-character 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.
Mitchell tentatively went over to get a pen and paper.
However, in the next second, Eric stood up abruptly.
Eric buttoned his suit jacket and walked out.
"This meeting will be postponed for half an hour.You guys should stay and think about the feasibility of
the plan.Let Mr.Collins come over from the waiting room."
Eric did not want to waste time on a child.
Since the meeting could not go on for the time being, he would proceed to the next agenda.
Initially, Eric did not want to meet Mr.Collins, who was in the waiting room.
However, Eric would rather meet with Mr.Collins than talk to Chance.
From the beginning, Eric felt that Chance looked not only like him, but also like Angie.
That woman was dead, but her son was still in his life.
Eric could only have peace of mind when Chance was out of sight.
Just as Eric was about to leave the office.
The child behind him suddenly let out a low, hoarse roar with all his strength.
"She's dead, right?"
Chance almost exhausted all his strength.His face was flushed and agitated.He said those words so
clearly in a childish tone of voice, but the gravity of his words was not to be taken lightly.
There was silence in the conference room.
Mitchell was stunned and found it strange.
Eric also stopped in his tracks.He turned around slowly and looked at Chance with piercing eyes.
Eric's face was glum and stiff.
Chance put his hand in his pocket, which contained a small pocket pistol.
The pocket pistol was just the right size for his hand and fit perfectly.
At this time, Chance wanted to hold it up, point it at Eric, and ask Eric to tell him the truth about
everything.
Chance wanted to know if Eric was lying to him.
Just when Chance felt for the weapon, Eric, who had already reached the door, suddenly turned back.
Eric sat back to his original position and glanced at everyone with an intimidating gaze.
"Meeting adjourned."
No one dared to stay in the conference room any longer.
They did not even have time to pack their things from the table and walked out one after another.
Who would dare to listen in to the Ferguson family’s private affairs? Although everyone was very
curious about who was actually dead, they were not eligible to listen in.
Eric waited until everyone was gone before he slowly turned his gaze to Chance’s face again.
Chance was fighting back his tears and emotions.
Unfortunately, Chance was too young.
Eric felt amused when he looked at such a childish face.
However, when Eric saw Chance trying hard to adjust his breathing to talk to him, Eric stopped himself
from mocking Chance.
It was not that Eric could not understand a child’s self-esteem.It was just that Eric did not think that
what he did just now was humiliating to Chance.
Chance was less than five years old, but he mustered the courage to break through his speech
disability.
At that moment, Eric was willing to view Chance as an equal.
Mitchell closed the door from the inside and walked back.
Before they could speak, Mitchell went over and patted Chance on the shoulder.
"Young Master, did you meet your aunt just now? Did she tell you something? Don’t believe what she
told you."
After Mitchell finished speaking, Chance slapped Mitchell’s hand away.
Chance gave Mitchell a deep look.
There seemed to be a bit of disappointment in his eyes.
Chance clearly trusted Mitchell so much, more than he trusted his father, but Mitchell still colluded with
his father and lied to him.
Mitchell was stunned by Chance’s glare.
In the next second, Eric waved his hand.
"Don’t bother.Just say what you want."
Eric looked Chance straight in the eye.
At this time, Chance looked more mature than his age.
"Who were you referring to just now?"
Chance gritted his teeth and replied, "My mommy, your wife — Angie."
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