Chapter 2013
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Ah, in fact, it doesnât matter if you admit it or not, if something happened to you, I can only put the
blame on you.â
Angie covered her face and cried miserably, and she was already embarrassed and vulnerable. âItâs not
me, itâs really not me, let me go!â
Clayton chuckled, terribly cold:âLet go of you? How can you be so cheap, unless you tell me why you
have to push Nicole into the sea? Feelings Is it? Because of Eric? No, if it was because of him, when
Caleb was arrested ad when you left Mediania, you shouldnât have left so easily. So, whatâs the
reason?â
His voice was soft, But every word carries a bit of playfulness. As if he had expected the answer and
just wanted to play a game with her.
If Angie doesnât tell the truth, she will be tortured here forever.
In two months, she will be dead.
âEric left a long time ago, he didnât even ask you a question. I canât move him. can I still move you?â
Claytonâs tone was extremely cold, his eyes were gloomy:
âYour son is going to be with him soon. Well, what a coincidence, Iâm going back to Liberty soon.â
Angie stiffened and looked up at him suddenly. Her face became extremely ugly. She persisted,
thinking that someone would come to her rescue.
But there were no result to rescue.
Eric left without even asking a question.It should be wishing to die here silently, right?
In this way, no one will bother him anymore!
Tears fell uncontrollably.
She was trembling all over, and she, who had no weaknesses but had weaknesses.
âDonât touch my son, please.â
Clayton chuckled: âI never implicate innocent people, and I donât care if your son is Ericâs, because he
doesnât care about this cheap son at all, if I bully your son, maybe Eric will also applaud. I wonât do
anything to solve troublesome things for him. But that doesnât mean I wonât think about it. So Iâll ask you
one last time, why are you?â
Angie tensed.
There was silence for a few seconds.
Then she gritted her teeth and said, âIt was me, I made people do it.â
She thought that if she didnât admit it, Clayton couldnât do anything to her. At least Clayton can survive.
But what matters now is not whether she is alive or not.
Clayton has never been a person who can negotiate conditions. What he wants to achieve will not give
up easily.
Angie can bear it, but the child canât. If the child is gone, how can she return to Ericâs side?
Claytonâs eyes glowed with a sharp light, and he looked at her coldly, without a trace of warmth.
Full of oppression.
âContinue.â
He spit out two words coldly, obviously dissatisfied with her simple and scribbled admission.
It was not his purpose to admit a fact he already knew.
Angie took a deep breath, her voice trembling uncontrollably: âI know that Eric doesnât really mean my
brother. Eric always thinks that we are people from two worlds, and he looks down on those of us who
are on the gray edge. When Nicole dies, you will completely break with Eric. He will have to rely on our
power to fight against you. At that time, he will really not be able to leave me. I want to turn him into a
person like me, so that, he has no reason to dislike me any more.â
Angieâs voice became lower and lower, and the whole person lay on the ground, trembling.
She is always looking up at the man who is like a mountain. But the man didnât even bother to look at
her So, she could only drag him into the mud and join her in a lowly and humiliating sinking.
Clayton looked at her quietly, with a bit of ridicule and disdain in his dark eyes.
âMore than that, you know that I will clear your brotherâs power in one rage. When you take over your
brotherâs power, you can still be with Eric and kill two birds with one stone, right?â
Angie shook her whole body fiercely and Chilled back. She bit her lower lip and slowly raised her head.
Claytonâs face in front of him could not see any bloodthirsty killing. In his heart, they are completely
different. But how could he easily read peopleâs hearts?
Whatever Angie didnât say, let her say it.
Nothing to hide.
Claytonâs contemptuous eyes stabbed Angieâs eyes fiercely.
She lowered her head. Her whole body tense, âClayton, I was wrong. Really, I shouldnât have made
Nicoleâs idea.â
As if he didnât hear Angieâs plea for mercy, Clayton hooked his lips, and his tone was cold: âItâs useless
to apologize for doing something wrong. Playing tricks under my nose. You should have expected the
consequences long ago?â
Those indifferent eyes made Angie feel a wave of fear.
She couldnât describe Claytonâs cruelty. Behind his well-dressed, there were countless people holding
knives for him.
The next second, she was still worried and frightened. But suddenly a strong wind hit, and before she
could even react. She was pushed to the ground. Her neck was strangled, and she couldnât move. She
widened her eyes and her face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
Sheâs struggling with both feet.
The man in front of her was like someone from the Shura field, his face was dark and paranoid, and the
violent flashes in his eyes made people terrified.
Angie slowly felt a sense of powerlessness on the verge of death, as if a trace of vitality had been
taken away by life.
Her struggling movements were getting smaller and smaller, because the hand on her neck was getting
harder and harder.
She Canât see why Claytonâs expression is so fickle and cold? Is it because of Nicole?
Angie was like a piece of garbage, and could die in this dark room anytime, anywhere.
For Clayton, it was too easy to let Angie disappear.
The Darkness flashed in front of Angieâs eyes, and her struggles were useless. She could only hold on
to the hand around her neck.
She felt so much Panic, confusion, fearâ¦
Let her mind be crushed in this stinky place.
Angie said she wouldnât kill her. Just like Angie who cheated Nicole wouldnât kill her.
Itâs all comforting and acting.
Just before she lost consciousness.
Suddenly Angie heard the captain knock on the door outside, and said, âMr. Sloan, Madam Stanton
said that she canât breathe here, so she wants to go up to rest. I asked if youâre done with your work?â
Perhaps it was Nicoleâs words that brought Clayton back to his senses. He let go of his hand suddenly,
and slowly took out a tissue and wiped his fingers.
Sheâs afraid sheâll get herself dirty.
Angieâs forehead burst into blue veins, and she breathed hysterically.
It was like a puddle of mud revived.
Claytonâs voice was gentle and terrifying: âItâs coming, let her wait patiently for another minute.â
He looked at his watch, and his eyes were indifferently placed on Angie: âYou are worthless, why donât
you just cut it yourself?â
Angieâs face paled in horror. She didnât care about her physical discomfort, and said quickly: âDonât kill
me, Mr. Sloan. I can help you a lot. Iâm different from my brother. Let me stay. I can take my brotherâs
power over to you.â