The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)

Chapter 2098 Lose His Reputation

Eric hated Clayton.

He absolutely hated Clayton's face.

Listening to Clayton speak made Eric even more annoyed.

Eric did not know how it was possible for such an annoying person to exist in this world.

Eric was livid as he sat on the sofa, motionless and stiff.

If not for his wound, Eric would have fought with Clayton.

Eric wanted Clayton to know what it meant to have a death wish.

The maid looked at them strangely and did not dare to listen anymore. She quickly left the vicinity.

Clayton put the gifts on the table, patted them, and said meaningfully, "Here, mend your wound."

Eric glared at him with dark eyes.

"No need. Keep it for yourself!"

Clayton chuckled lightly, seemingly mocking Eric’s stubbornness.

"Mr. Ferguson, I'm not here to visit you because you're sick. Don't misunderstand my good intentions."

Eric really wanted to rip off Clayton's hypocritical mask.

"Clayton Sloan, if you have something to say, just spit it out! Don’t think that I won't dare to do anything

to you. This is my territory. If I really want to kill you, you won’t have a chance to stand in front of me!"

Clayton's smile subsided. He raised his eyebrows.

He sat opposite Eric.

His expression also turned glum.

"Of course, I know that. You've been tolerant enough of me. At least, I'm fully prepared to go all out and

crush you, but nothing happened."

"No, I'm the one who will crush you!"

Eric stared at Clayton indifferently and corrected him.

Clayton did not bother to continue bickering.

"Yasmin is Angie. Where is she now?"

Knowing Clayton's intention, Eric seemed to have figured out Clayton's trump card and settled his

emotions.

"How do you know that she’s Angie? Were you the one who arranged this?"

Eric was leaning on the sofa, occupying the whole space. He looked very imposing.

"When she fell into your hands last time, you let her go. Why is that? What kind of deal did you reach

with her?"

Eric stared at Clayton, trying to find out any hint of their collusion from Clayton's face.

Clayton lifted his eyelids indifferently, :d"= PLS; his tone was cold.

"That is the case, but you don't have to know the details. After all, you also fell into my hands, and I

also let you go."

Clayton looked arrogant, and his tone was cold and mocking.

To Eric, this was a major provocation that challenged his dignity.

Clayton was clearly mocking Eric’s incompetence!

Eric narrowed his eyes and coldly stared him down.

"So? You want me to be grateful to you?"

"That's not necessary. I don't expect you to repay me. My wife and I have done quite a lot of charity

work recently, so I've learned to be more generous.”

Every word that Clayton said was like a nail hammered into Eric's heart.

It made Eric hate Clayton even more.

Clayton looked at Eric calmly and maintained a calm smile.

"I'm just reminding you that we're on the same front when it comes to dealing with Angie. After all, her

existence is a threat to us. With a ticking time bomb like her by your side, you can't possibly sleep

soundly, right?"

Eric looked at him expressionlessly.

"Why are you worried, Mr. Sloan? Isn’t she yours?"

Clayton laughed when he heard this.

"How could she be mine?”

"If you hadn't asked her to approach me and set a trap for me, how could she bear my child? If she

hadn’t slipped away from your hands, how could she become Yasmin?" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Eric looked straight at Clayton and exposed Clayton’s deeds.

Clayton's face was tense as he looked at Eric blankly.

Mr. Ferguson, sorry to disappoint. Angie has nothing to do with me. Why would you need my guidance

in conceiving a child with her? Well, to say that I instigated her to approach you... To be honest, she's

not the only one I instigated. Your partner’s sister, what's her name? Cher- She's also one of them. As

for why Angie slipped away, I don't think it's my fault because I don't operate a prison. You can't blame

me for not being able to hold a prisoner, right?"

Clayton shrugged his shoulders and explained slowly.

However, this explanation infuriated Eric even more.

If it were not for Clayton's involvement, Eric would not have encountered so many troubles.

Clayton did not clean up his mess and brought Eric so much trouble. Thinking about it made Eric

furious.

Why did Eric have to live in such dire circumstances while Clayton could establish such a good image

for himself?

Most importantly, Clayton gained the most important person that Eric had lost from his life.

Eric stared at him gloomily. There was no trace of emotion in his dark eyes.

"So, are you saying you're the most innocent person in this? Don’t you think it's funny?"

Clayton smiled faintly.

"I am innocent. I lost the oil market in South Africa, and I also cooperated with you to catch Tyler. We

should've been the best partners!"

Eric stood up abruptly. His eyes looked sinister with a fuming rage.

He took a few steps forward, grabbed Clayton’s collar, and shoved him back.

Eric instantly exuded dark and cold vibes. He really wanted to strangle Clayton's neck.

Clayton, who had always been gentle and modest, suddenly retaliated. His elbow blocked Eric’s chest,

and he suddenly stood up and twisted his body away from Eric.

In an instant, the air in the room froze.

Eric was extremely disgruntled and provoked. His body exuded an intimidating chill.

He picked up the ashtray beside him and threw it at Clayton, who dodged it.

The ashtray was smashed onto a cabinet, and the red wine on the cabinet was smashed to pieces.

Several bottles fell, and the ground was a mess.

When the maid heard the commotion, she rushed out to take a look and was overwhelmed with shock.

The next second, Eric hurried forward and punched Clayton's mouth hard while Clayton was busy

dodging.

Clayton did not manage to dodge the punch and was hit. Blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes darkened instantly and turned cold.

Standing in front of Eric, Clayton no longer had his usual gentle and kind vibe. The corners of Clayton’s

mouth curled into a cold smile.

"Mr. Ferguson, do you want to fight with me? Of course, I can’t beat you in a fight. I didn't come here to

get beaten either, so if you want to continue this, just forget that I came today."

Clayton wiped off the blood with his thumb. His eyes had a bit of chill.

However, it was more cynical.

Clayton was indeed not Eric’s opponent in a physical fight, but he had ways to get revenge on Eric if he

wanted to.

Clayton did not want to go to that point because losing Nicole was probably Eric’s biggest punishment.

He knew that it was hopeless for Nicole to get back together with Eric, so Clayton would not become

Eric’s opponent.

Clayton would not kill someone who had no deterrent effect on his life.

However, Eric did not seem to have an accurate understanding of his place.

Was Eric so miserable that he did not reflect on himself?

Clayton chuckled lightly, raised his feet, and walked out.

When Clayton walked past the maid, he smiled and nodded to the maid gently.

He was simply polite and harmless.

"Wait."

Eric's cold and deep voice suddenly came from behind.

"That woman is already dead. Are you afraid that she will have something over you?"

Of course, Eric was just testing the waters as he had no proof.

Clayton sneered, turned his eyes slightly, and sighed.

Mr. Ferguson, you really wish that I’ll lose

everything, huh?"

His tone was light, without the slightest agitation or nervousness.