Chapter 122

At this time, the public opinion on the

internet was overwhelming. Everyone was

pointing fingers at the Fergusons for

bullying the weak.

However, the Ferguson family did not reply

on the cusp of this storm. After all, they

would look guilty if they took a stand too

early.

The Ferguson Villa.

The villa was brightly lit in the night. -1,1,31

Everyone inside, except for Old Master

Ferguson dared not breathe too loudly.

Back then when Stanton Corporation’s

share prices plummeted, Grant Stanton had

singlehandedly managed to reclaim the

situation.

This evening, the stock market had taken a

different direction that was not optimistic

for the Fergusons.

Old Master Ferguson’s face was glum and

extremely bitter. He was furious and even more exasperated when he learned that Eric

had not returned home.

“Where the hell is he?!” Old Master Ferguson

asked the butler as he thumped his cane on

the ground fiercely.

The butler replied with trepidation. “Young

Master can’t be reached at the moment. His

calls went unanswered, and his assistant isn‘t sure of his whereabouts.”

“Hmph! He still has the mood to hang

around?! He’s been married to Nicole for

three years and didn’t even notice anything

wrong with her?!*

Old Master Ferguson’s heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it would leap out o his chest at any

moment. If he had known that Nicole was the heiress of Stanton Corporation and that she was a great

match for his family, he would not have condoned her suffering at home. Not to mention the divorce, their

marriage in itself was already a shocking event in the entire business circle! Look what happened now?

They had lost both money and the person! Besides completely offending the Stantons, they had also lost

their family heirloom! At the thought of this, Old Master Ferguson

fiercely glared at Quinn and Ingrid, who

were standing apprehensively next to him.

You two brainless women! You didn’t

contribute to the family and even made

such a mess!”

Quinn stood there feeling aggrieved. “Dad, Nicole is the one who deceived everyone. What does it have

to do with us? When she married Eric, didn’t you have someone do a background check on her?” Old

Master Ferguson scoffed and broke into a scolding fit. “Well, you guys stole my emerald pipe! You still

have the cheek to talk back to me?!” The thing that nagged at him most tonight was that his beloved

emerald pipe was gone forever! Quinn looked like she was about to cry. She

just stood there and kept her mouth shut.

As an accomplice, Ingrid was afraid to

implicate herself, so she dared not say a

word.

Suddenly, the butler broke this oppressive

silence. He said excitedly, “Young Master is

back!”

Quinn and Ingrid breathed a sigh of relief. ‘

Finally!’

Quinn’s eyes were red. Since her husband

Charles had gone abroad on a business trip,

the only one who could help her was her

son, Eric.

Otherwise, Old Master Ferguson’s wrath

would last for an eternity!

She was indeed an unqualified Mrs.

Ferguson.

Old Master Ferguson picked up a valuable

teacup and threw it at Eric’s feet when he

walked over.

‘You finally know your way back?”

Eric paused in his footsteps, stepped over

the broken porcelain pieces, and faintly

come back. We’ll think of a solution then.”

Eric coldly hooked his lips. “It’ll be too late

by the time he comes back.”

Old Master Ferguson snorted coldly. “Then

what do you think we should dor

“We should do as the Stantons requested,

apologize…”