The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 1315 Final Struggle

Nicole said, "You actually forgot about it? What a waste of a good horse! It's clear at a glance that this horse can win the championship!"

Clayton said, "Everyone said the same at that time, but if it's really trained for the championship, there's no telling how many such horses there are. Since I bought it, it won't have to worry about desperately trying to win the championship!"

Nicole shook her head. "Does the horse know how thoughtful you are?"

"Maybe?" Clayton spoke casually.

Nicole choked. "I'm going to start riding. Let's talk later? Oh right, thank you for the gift. I love it!"

Clayton smiled. "I'm glad you like it."

After he finished speaking dotingly, Nicole hung up the phone.

He shook his head in exasperation. The dull mood he had for a day finally improved.

The assistant on the side knocked on the door and came in. "Mr. Sloan, Chairman Sloan asked to see you."

Clayton paused as his gaze sank slightly.

His happiness dwindled visibly, and his face turned cold.

There was a pause.

"I know what he wants. What do you think people do before they're on the verge of despair?"

That person was his biological father.

The assistant was well aware of Clayton's complicated relationship with the Sloan family.

"They'll probably put on their final struggle. It's better than doing nothing."

Clayton's lips curled. His eyes were cold.

"Turn him away."

The assistant hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Mr. Sloan, this is already the second time. If you keep refusing to see him, there's no guarantee that he won't shift his attention to Mediania or Michael."

As soon as the assistant finished speaking, Clayton's eyes instantly shrank and cooled down with a hint of ruthlessness.

Clayton gritted his teeth secretly. There seemed to be a slight crack on his warm and modest face.

"Let him in."

The assistant nodded and turned to walk out.

Clayton did not want to meet Quavon. He did not want to appreciate the despair or bitterly pleading attitude on Quavon's face.

Whether Quavon was good or bad, Clayton did not want to have a single thing to do with him.

They had no father-and-son bond in the first place. Clayton did not have to see Quavon lose his composure.

Clayton was not that vindictive.

Otherwise, he would not have been pushed to the brink so many times without truly fighting back once.

However, this time was different.

Quavon made a move on Nicole. This was the first time Clayton wanted to approach a woman. She was like the warm sun, and he seemed to enter a whole new world after he met her. That world was inclusive, warm, kind, and lovely.

Clayton would not let anyone ruin Nicole.

Thus, he had to be here and deal with Quavon.

The door opened.

Quavon came in wearing a black suit. His expression was glum, and he seemed dark and heavy.

His eyes were sharp as he stared at Clayton sitting there.

Those eyes were full of hostility without a hint of softness.

Clayton's lips curled up, but there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

Clayton stood up. "Chairman Sloan, this is the first time you came to my office since I left the Sloan family, isn't it?"

No matter what hardships Clayton suffered these years, Quavon never reached out to help him.

Similarly, he would not go to Quavon for help either.

The two of them were like completely unrelated strangers.

Those words were undoubtedly a mockery of Quavon's habit of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Quavon's expression darkened slightly.

"You're even busier than me. The last time I came here, your assistant told me that you weren't in."

His words were full of resentment.

Clayton looked at the assistant and smiled. "Yes, I wasn't in."

Quavon snorted coldly, not wanting to bicker about this matter.

"Just say it. What do you want? What do you really want?" Clayton slightly narrowed his eyes.