The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Chapter 2000

Chapter 2000

It's been a whole day. The people who got off the boat were checked by Clayton one by one.

There's no news of Nicole.

Their backgrounds also have nothing to do with Chili.

Nicole disappeared as if the world had evaporated. The captain's people were constantly looking for people, but they found nothing.

The Clayton, he saw in the past was warm and polite. Even if he was angry, he would not get angry in front of him.

But in just one day, he was like a different person. The eyes were full of red blood, and the whole person was in a state of high tension.

The captain saw that Clayton had stopped eating and drinking all day and night. He walked over to persuade him: "Mr. Sloan, eat some food, if you can't replace it, it is very likely that she has disappeared into the sea..."

Clayton slammed the thing in front of him to the ground: "Impossible."

Nicole was so obedient and Clayton told her not to leave the room before he left, she would never go out by herself.

Someone deliberately blew the bottom of the boat, distracted him and the bodyguard, and took Nicole away.

He was careless, he didn't expect the opponent's hand to be so fast.

However, before he came, he had clearly investigated, that Liliana was still in Southeast Asia, and Eric was also in Liberty, so it was impossible to know his whereabouts. Who took Nicole away?

Just thinking about it, someone weakly pushed the door and came in, coughing twice: "Mr. Sloan."

"Mr. Lindstrom." The captain nodded slightly and made way for him.

Clayton frowned and glanced at him. He was not in the mood to think about anything else. Samuel's life and life were not his concern at all.

He just made an excuse, took advantage of Samuel's boat, got what he wanted, and took Nicole out to relax.

But the other party was clearly prepared.

He didn't know anything.

Samuel walked over and coughed with a pale face, "Is Ms. Stanton gone?"

Clayton raised his head suddenly.

Samuel didn't seem surprised at all.

The captain frowned: "How did Mr. Lindstrom know?"

Samuel pursed his lips. His eyes sank. He's looking at the fruit knife on the table. He walked over and picked it up.

The captain immediately vigilantly touched the position of the lower back.

Clayton squinted his eyes and watched Samuel pick up the knife and slashed at his forearm.

Blood gushed instantly.

Cruel, bloody.

Clayton watched indifferently, but Samuel took out a black positioning device the size of a grain of rice from the wound.

For a moment.

Feel the slow condensation of the atmosphere.

Clayton's expression changed from scrutiny to shock, and then to fury, looking at Samuel coldly.

In that instant, the murderous intent gathered in his eyes was undisguised.

The captain walked over, "What is this? A locator?"

Samuel nodded: "I guess it is."

"Why didn't you say it earlier!"

The captain threw it to the ground and stomped hard.

The device the size of a grain of rice turned red for a moment, then died and turned into powder.

Clayton looked up at Samuel with lunar eyes: "Whose is it?"

"Jamison." Samuel said the name, and Clayton's face crossed a bit of gloom.

He stood up abruptly, with a sense of oppression, his eyes were scarlet and indifferent: "Why did you hide it, why didn't you say it earlier?"

The flesh was torn from the opponent's body.

Samuel moved his lips, with a bit of guilt in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said: "I'm not sure that the person who came to pick me up is a good person. I want to leave a way for myself, even if it is a sharp positioning device, at least it can Let my family know where I died."

As soon as Samuel's voice fell, Clayton kicked him fiercely.

He showed no mercy at all, Samuel was kicked to the ground, clutching his chest.

The already weak body has no power to fight back at all. He didn't even have the face to fight back.

Samuel clutched his lower abdomen in pain, coughed continuously, and even coughed up blood. The captain was silent.

He looked at Clayton, who was as out of control as a leopard, and said, "Mr. Sloan, since you know it's a leopard, it means that Ms. Stanton is still alive. The most important thing now is to replace the leopard." Clayton's dark and gloomy eyes followed Samuel's. Looking at each other, his bloodthirsty eyes were dangerous and sharp, pointing to Samuel on the ground: "Take care of him, if you can't replace Nicole, throw him into the sea to feed the fish."

The captain responded and watched Clayton turn and leave. He glanced sideways at Samuel, shook his head, and followed.

Samuel coughed in pain, his face extremely ugly.

Clayton made a phone call, his voice was cold and indifferent: "Go and check the location of Liliana, and whether Liliana is in or not, if he digs three feet on his site, he will dig it out for me."

The captain is behind Hearing this sentence, his face changed, and he took a few steps forward: "Mr. Sloan, will this anger him?"

Clayton sneered: "I'm afraid he's not angry enough to act cruelly!"

His eyes sank. Right now, he doesn't want to go according to any plan at all. He has to follow his own way.

He suddenly took out his mobile phone and made a phone call: "Eric, are you in the country?"

On the small island's manor.

Nicole was really afraid of the Tibetan Mastiff that could eat half a pot of bones, and refused to pass by it half a step.

She wore a bucket hat and sat on the balcony on the third floor.

Watching the waves crashing on the shore, the sound is loud.

This is the highest altitude place in the entire manor, and the railings are of log color, which has become a little soft due to the infiltration of the humid environment.

There is a bush in the distance, and the garden grass and wild flowers that grow naturally in the back are blooming at will, but she doesn't know it.

She took a deep breath and wanted to feel the beauty of nature, but she really couldn't get into the state.

Anxiously, he sighed again.

He heard quiet footsteps coming from behind.

Don't think about it, it's definitely not Quinn.

Quinn's style is that before the person arrives, the scolding arrives.

"This is not bad. This used to be my father's manor, and only he and I know it. Every time I come here, I feel better."

Angie stood in front of the railing and took a deep breath.

It looks better than before.

Nicole closed her eyes, "Island owner, I also have a small island which I haven't been to yet. When I go back, I want to make it a tourist attraction, so I can't waste money!" Angie paused, smiled, and then looked at her with heavy and complicated eyes. "You're so interesting. I thought I'd never have a chance to see you last time."

Nicole didn't know where she was interested in chatting with her, but she quickly regained her spirits.

Talking is better than silent!

She raised her eyes, walked over and rolled up her long hair, and smiled: "It's not fate, so you worked so hard to keep me here, what is it for?"

Angie's eyes flickered and she lowered her eyes: "He will come soon, you can leave then."