The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 1316 He Was Envious

Clayton looked up and glanced at his assistant.

The assistant nodded and went out sensibly, leaving ample space for the two people.

Clayton stood up and brewed tea for himself.

The water was boiling, and the fragrance of the tea lingered.

Clayton looked at him for a moment in a trance before suddenly laughing. He lowered his head and laughed at himself. Quavon's lips twitched.

"What are you laughing at? Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg you?"

Quavon refused to bow to his bastard son, especially an outcast who he had abandoned.

Clayton's eyes flashed slightly. With his back to the light, Clayton looked at Quavon and spoke in a cold and calm tone.

"I went to Mediania and met countless people. I wondered countless times. Why me?"

Quavon frowned and stared at him.

Clayton's tone was very light.

"Why was I born as your son? Why was I born as your illegitimate son?" "You're still dwelling on that matter?

"It's already a blessing for you to be born as my son. After your mother died, I brought you back to the Sloan family. I gave you an identity, clothed, and fed you. What more do you want?" Quavon snorted coldly, extremely disdainful.

Clayton lowered his eyes. His tone was somewhat desolate and envious.

"No, it's my bad luck to end up in the Sloan family."

Quavon was so angry he almost slapped the table and got up.

Clayton's voice remained free from arrogance and impetuosity.

"In the past, I never envied others before. I always felt that gain and loss were a balanced scale. However, after I went to Mediania, I started to envy others."

"Who?" Quavon spoke with a cold snort.

"The Stanton family."

Clayton's tone suddenly soured. He bowed his head and quickly hid his emotions.

"What did you say?"

Quavon was very sensitive to the Stanton family. He could not forget what Nicole had done to Isaac, nor could he forget Nicole's triumphant expression as she stood in front of him at the airport when he left for Liberty.

Quavon felt like his ego was being crushed.

A little girl like that actually made him panic. Quavon did not want to admit that this girl was much stronger than Isaac.

Clayton raised his head and looked at Quavon. His tone remained unchanged, and his voice was extremely light.

"The Stanton family has four children, and none of them have any selfishness. They don't compete for fame and fortune, and they all shine in their own fields. This is what a normal family should be like. They're not at all like the Sloan family, where a son and a nephew aren't treated accordingly. How ridiculous!"

Quavon's gaze sank, and his face instantly went cold.

Those last words were tantamount to slapping him in the face.

"Aren't you just jealous that Isaac got more than you? Even without Isaac, the Sloan family would still be Liam's. You have no right to it!"

Quavon spoke viciously, refusing to concede in front of his bastard son.

Clayton's expression sank. He squeezed his hands tightly.

"How much do you think I care about the Sloan family? Isaac is useless and only tries to harm me, Michael, and Liam. He got to where he is today because he asked for it. He deserved it!" Quavon's expression was ugly. He sat there, looking at Clayton incredulously.

"That's why you helped Nicole to take revenge on us? You've been looking forward to this opportunity for a long time, right? Clayton Sloan, let me tell you. If I really allowed Isaac to kill you and Michael, do you think that you could survive just with what you were capable of back then?"

Quavon laughed lightly. "It's because I let you go. You're only here today because I let you off!"

Clayton's gaze was cold, and his eyes were slightly red.

"What did Michael and I do wrong? Are we supposed to thank you for not killing us?"

His voice was incredibly deep and cold.