The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 2104 Imminent Disaster

Ingrid felt a chill in her heart.

However, today was different from the past. Ingrid no longer had to be afraid of Eric's obstruction or bear the burden of being humiliated over and over again.

Ingrid thought, 'If it were not for this damned Nicole, I wouldn't have ended up like this! Eric was seduced by this vixen. That's why he was so cruel to me!' All of Ingrid's hatred usually stemmed from Eric and Nicole.

To her, these two people deserved to die.

Just as Ingrid was about to walk up to Nicole to settle the score with her, she suddenly stopped in her footsteps when she saw the man opposite Nicole. Clayton was actually there.

The warning and coldness in Clayton's eyes made Ingrid shy away.

Ingrid dared not provoke him because she was clear who Tyler really lost to.

Eric only delivered the final blow, but Clayton was the one behind it all.

Ingrid settled her mind, turned around as if nothing had happened, and walked toward the door calmly.

She had ample time to deal with Nicole.

When she pushed the door open, a few strangers immediately blocked the door and looked at her intensely.

"Ms. Ferguson, please come with us." 1

Ingrid's expression changed.

"You know who I am, yet you still dare to touch me? Who asked you to come here?"

"Mr. Ferguson's orders. Please come with us."

Ingrid was slightly startled:

"My brother? Isn't my brother... Injured?"

The bodyguards looked at her expressionlessly and waited for her solemnly.

"Ms. Ferguson, please."

Ingrid panicked for a moment and immediately calmed down.

If Eric was alright, why did another ambulance come?

This must have been Eric's orders before he died.

Thinking about it, Ingrid took a deep breath. A smug look flashed in her eyes.

She thought, 'Forget it. I'll just go and have a look. Maybe I'll be able to see the tragic situation before his death!' 1 Ingrid followed them out with her head held high.

On the second floor of the cafe, Nicole watched Ingrid leave in puzzlement. Her expression was indescribable.

Nicole looked at Clayton, but he was calm.

He had nothing to say.

Nicole could not help but complain about what she saw earlier.

"What did she do? Why do I have a feeling that an imminent disaster is heading her way, but she seems happy about it?"

Clayton glanced at Nicole ?e,=WJX< said with a smile," Didn't we hear her conversation earlier? I guess something happened to Mr. Ferguson..."

Nicole chuckled.

"How is it possible? There's no way Eric could be killed by his idiot sister. He's not a fool!"

Clayton raised his eyebrows.

"Since that's the case, there's nothing to worry about. Anyway, his sister is unlucky. This is their family affair, so let's not worry about it." Clayton tentatively held Nicole's hand.

Nicole could not help but laugh.

"I'm not worried! I'm just curious. Ingrid has always been courting death. I don't know what she did this time."

To be honest, Nicole was really curious.

However, she would never take the initiative to inquire about it.

Clayton smiled and said, "It's easy to figure out what went on. Get Levi to ask Chance about it next time, then you'll know everything." Nicole's eyes lit up, and she nodded in agreement.

"You're right!"

Levi was good friends with Nicole, so Levi would not be stingy with his information.

Nicole took a sip of coffee and nodded with satisfaction.

"Your recommendation is pretty good. But the coffee here has a sour note. It would've been better if it was a little milder." Clayton also nodded.

"When I had lunch with a customer, he introduced this cafe to me and said it was very good. That's why I brought you here to have a taste. Not that you mention it, it seems that this customer may be involved with this cafe somehow?" 1

Nicole smiled. "It's common to share recommendations between friends. Everyone has different preferences. Your customer was just being nice to introduce you to this place. You can also introduce your favorites to others."

She always felt guilty because Clayton did not have a large circle of friends.

Clayton settled in this unfamiliar place and started his career all over again because of her.

Thus, it would be great if Clayton could make a few more friends.

Clayton thought about it for a moment and shook his head.

"I only want to share my favorites with you. Others can't replace out." 1

Nicole was speechless.

She suddenly did not know what to say.

Fine.

Ferguson Corporation.

Ingrid got on the elevator and immediately sensed something was wrong. "Shouldn't we go to the hospital?"

The people next to her did not speak at all.

When they arrived at the floor, a few bodyguards brought Ingrid out.

The staff on this floor were still busy.

No matter what, the president's administrative staff would always focus on their work regardless of the president's presence.

Therefore, they turned a blind eye to Ingrid.

These bodyguards pushed Ingrid into Eric's office.

The office was empty.

It was silent without a trace of sound.

Ingrid felt strange and started to worry, but she soon put that worry behind her. 1

If Eric was still alive, he would have had someone arrest and confront her long ago.

Ingrid was alive and well in the President's Office.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, how could Eric do anything to her?

Ingrid snorted coldly and walked a few steps into the office.

She could only hear the clicking of her own high heels.

Ingrid paused.

The next second, she heard a movement at the door.

Someone pushed the door open.

Ingrid's expression froze, and she looked over immediately to see who was coming.

Ingrid's expression immediately changed, with a bit of relief and arrogance.

"Mr. Crawford, it's really you. I figured that no one else but you will summon me here using my brother's name. Why did you ask to see me? I saw you taking Chance away just now, so why are you back here?'

Mitchell walked in and closed the door behind him.

He was expressionless, and his tone was detached and polite. 1

"Ms. Ferguson, why didn't you ask about Young

Master Chance, who you manipulated?"

Ingrid snorted lightly and did not care about Chance.

"Oh, what's wrong with him?"

She asked in a perfunctory tone.

Mitchell frowned and said solemnly, "Did you give Young Master Chance the pocket pistol? He used it to shoot at Mr. Ferguson and accidentally injured himself in the process."

Ingrid did not seem surprised and pouted her lips.

"I watched Chance grow up, so I don't wish for anything to happen to him. It's a pity that he's my brother's son. He's really unlucky." Mitchell's face sank, and he looked straight at Ingrid.

"He's only three and a half years old. How can you treat a child like this? Ms. Ferguson, are other people's lives so worthless to you?"

Ingrid glared at him. She looked livid as she yelled back at him.

"Are you lecturing me? Who do you think you are?

You've been with my brother for so long, so don't you know that human life is worthless? He can hurt me and my unborn child unscrupulously, so why can't I hurt him and his child? He's controlled me all my life, and I'll never be able to stand out with him around. He can humiliate me for Nicole and abandon me for the Ferguson family's reputation, so am I not worthless to him as well?" 3