The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 390 He's Gone

Nicole did not reply to any of the messages. She washed up, applied a face mask, and looked more refreshed.

Floyd waited for her to eat dinner downstairs. He watched as his daughter ate and sighed in relief when she finished a bowl of soup.

He hesitated and said, "Lil N, you don't need to feel pressured by this..."

Nicole flashed a relaxed smile.

"I know. I'll be fine. Eric's life is no longer in danger. I'll slowly pay him back for everything that I owe him. As for the rest, I don't want to talk about it now..."

Anyhow, Nicole was unable to hate him as much as before.

However, the idea of being together... This fleeting thought flashed in her head, but she waved it away.

Nicole only hoped that Eric would be fine.

The entanglement between them was too deep. It was unclear who owed the other more.

Floyd nodded in satisfaction. He was glad that his daughter had it figured out.

He raised his hand and beckoned for a tall and burly man in a black suit and sunglasses who looked very fierce.

"A bodyguard?" Nicole looked at his attire and knew at a glance.

Floyd nodded. "His name is Luca. He's the best fighter in the world. He used to follow me around, but after I retired, I didn't need him for fishing, so he was on a long hiatus. He'll follow you from now on." Nicole pursed her lips and nodded. She naturally would not refuse her father's kindness.

"Hello, Ms. Stanton."

Nicole smiled. "I'll be counting on you, Luca."

Luca's fierce expression did not change as he nodded in greeting.

Nicole's phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Mitchell.

She picked it up.

"Ms. Stanton, bad news! President Ferguson..."

Mitchell hesitated. Nicole's expression instantly sank. She hung up the phone and dashed out the door.

She panicked.

Luca had swiftly driven the car out. He called out to her in a rough voice. "Miss, get in!"

Nicole did not hesitate and jumped in.

Luca floored the gas pedal. What was supposedly a twenty-minute journey became a ten-minute drive.

Nicole ran to Eric's ward and hurriedly pushed the door in.

Quinn was not around, neither was Old Master Ferguson.

Mitchell sat in the living room with a crestfallen expression. "Ms. Stanton..."

Nicole's heart sank as she ran in.

The person on the bed was still lying there motionless, the same as how he was a day ago. However, there was no sign of life in him. His face was gray and pale.

The wires from the testing instruments that were originally connected to his body had been pulled out.

His chest was flat without any rise and fall.

Nicole was stunned for a moment. She suddenly felt a s if the darkness in front of her was overwhelming and suffocating.

Impossible!

The doctor clearly said that he was fine!

Her heart was crushed. It felt so painful that she did not dare to breathe heavily.

That heartache felt like her body was being torn apart. Every cell in her body was filled with pain and despair.

Nicole stood frozen in place. Her consciousness was gradually swallowed by the darkness, and she almost fell when her legs gave out.

Mitchell called out to her from behind. "Ms. Stanton, watch out-"

He quickly helped her to regain her footing.

At the same time, Nicole saw the lifeless man's right foot under the white silk quilt twitch slightly.

It was just a fleeting movement, but Nicole keenly caught it.

Her body stiffened and she froze for a few seconds before she slowly realized what was going on.

After a short pause, she regained clarity.

Mitchell was shocked to see such a drastic change in Nicole.

She looked completely devastated earlier, but she regained her composure in the blink of an eye!

Mitchell seemed like he wanted to say something as he let her go, but when he remembered what Eric instructed him, he quickly zipped his mouth.

Nicole calmly walked forward and touched Eric's pale face. Her fingertips were slightly cool as they lingered on his cheek.

She said in a clear and cold voice, "Have you made arrangements for the funeral?"