The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 1426 He’s in My Hands

What was going on?

Charles was in this woman's hands?

Was this a blatant threat? A kidnapping? Or...

Mitchell could not hold on any longer. Whether it was real or not, he had to tell Eric immediately.

Then, Mitchell knocked on the conference room and entered.

The air in the conference room was as cold as an ice cellar.

Seeing Mitchell come in, everyone sighed in relief as if they had seen a savior.

Mitchell said a few words in Eric's ear. Eric's face turned cold and ugly, and his gaze swept harshly to the door.

Suddenly, Eric stood up and walked out in large strides.

Everyone exchanged glances.

Mitchell smiled. "Everyone, the President has some urgent matters to attend to, so the meeting is temporarily suspended. Once it's dealt with, we will inform you of the rescheduled meeting time." Then, Mitchell hurriedly followed Eric out.

Ann stood at the door. Her eyes, her expression, and even her smile, were cold.

Her makeup was still imitating Nicole's.

Nicole's temperament was cold, but her facial features were bright enough to reduce the coldness of her aura, which made her seem less frightening.

However, the feeling that Ann gave off was that she was always cold and terrifying. People did not dare to look straight at her.

Eric looked at Ann's back standing there and was momentarily tranced by a flash of familiarity. Then, h e remembered something, and his face sank. Mitchell walked over and spoke in a whisper, "That's her. She said her name is Ann."

Eric tugged his collar. A trace of disdain and mockery crossed his gaze. Then, he turned around and went in the direction of his office. He said a few words.

"Let her in."

Mitchell responded in a low voice and naturally did not dare to dally. He walked over.

"Ms. Ann, the President invites you in."

Ann laughed softly. A hint of triumphant pleasure flashed across her face. Then, she ignored Mitchell and went straight into the office. Eric sat in his office with a vague gloomy chill around him. His gaze was dark and heavy as he looked at her, not opening his mouth.

Ann smiled. Her smile was also cold, but when she looked at him, her gaze grew a little hot.

It was covetous.

Ann sat in front of Eric and looked at him levelly.

"Mr. Ferguson, you should remember me. I'm Ann."

Eric raised his eyes that were as deep as the sea, too dark to see any emotion in them.

His voice was icy. "Angie, you changed your name?"

Ann smiled, not the least bit angry that he could see through her disguise.

"I didn't expect you to remember me."

Eric looked at her expressionlessly.

"What do you want?"

Ann raised her chin, and a smile spread on her face.

"I just missed you too much, Eric. That's why I came. You drank too much last night, so you probably don't remember much. I thought that we should meet in a grand way today." Eric narrowed his eyes and looked down to hide the harshness in them.

"I don't think we need to meet."

"Of course, we need to meet. We haven't met for a few years, but I can't stop thinking about you. In the end, I decided to come and see you. Aren't you happy and surprised at all?"

Ann smiled. "I know you like another woman. Nicole Stanton, right? I went to look for her just now, but she refused to see me. I didn't expect her to be so stable. She wasn't interested in me at all!" Eric's expression instantly became gloomy. His eyes were dark when he looked at her.

"You'd better stay away from her!"

Ann frowned. Her expression was a little upset.

"Why? In order to understand her, I did a lot of work and sent people to investigate her for a long, long time. Fortunately, she divorced you, or I'd have the blood of another person on my hands..." Ann slowly raised her hands and looked at them. The corners of her lips curled into a cruel smile.