Read Chapter 777 of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
Eric’s long silence made Ingrid feel worried and afraid.
For a long time, Eric coldly snickered. “Forgive who? You?” Ingrid raised her head abruptly and quickly shook her head.
“Brother, it has nothing to do with me! I’m not so capable. It’s Grandpa…”
Eric’s face suddenly changed. His voice was cold.
“I’ve arranged people by Grandpa’s side. He didn’t know what I was doing, but you… What did you do when you went to the office during the day yesterday?”
One sentence made Ingrid petrified. Her face instantly turned miserably white.
Ingrid did not want Mitchell to tell Eric that she had been there, but she forgot that Mitchell was Eric’s right-hand man, so how could he listen to her orders?
She stood there dumbstruck. Her eyes abruptly reddened.
“Ingrid, I see that you haven’t learned anything during your time in society. You even learned to lie, so you can go back and continue to do your sales.”
Ingrid was shocked and hurried over, crying as she looked at Eric.
“Brother, I just couldn’t stand to see Clayton Sloan steal Nicole. That’s why I told Grandpa about it. Nicole is yours, and I truly want you two to be together. I didn’t want to drag Nicole down. When the netizens scolded her, I even hired some keyboard warriors to speak for Nicole…”
Ingrid even took out her phone and found the transaction records and chat records.
They were indeed all requests for people to say more good things for Nicole.
Eric narrowed his eyes and was silent for a moment as Ingrid cried miserably.
“Mom has left the country, and Dad isn’t here. I only have you and Grandpa now. Please don’t drive me away…
Brother, I was wrong! I can apologize to Nicole. I can kneel at the memorial hall too…”
Ingrid said between sobs. She took two steps back. “I’ll go and kneel now…”
After that, Ingrid turned around and ran, fearing that Eric would tell her to get lost.
The butler hesitated at the side. “President…”
Eric raised his gloomy eyes that were filled with cold intent.
“From now on, Old Master Ferguson and Ingrid can’t take one step out of the villa. I will have someone bring the contract over every day until he signs it.”
Cold and ruthless – this was the real Eric Ferguson.
Eric walked out the door. The butler sighed, and the bodyguards on duty instantly multiplied by several folds.
In the memorial hall.
Ingrid heard Eric’s car leave before she sighed in relief and sat on the side.
She took out her phone and looked at it.
Fortunately, when they were arguing upstairs, Ingrid was smart enough to hire those keyboard warriors, which left her some room for maneuver. Otherwise, she would have been kicked out long ago.
Scrolling up the chat log was evidence of Ingrid hiring people to slander Nicole.
Eric’s car sped down the road. The empty road looked a bit bleak.
Streetlights illuminated the road in a neat line. His car looked very lonely.
Eric opened the car windows, so the cold constantly pierced his skin.
He had already withdrawn the trending topics because he could not sit still when he saw that the second wave of this matter implicated Nicole.
After the investigation, it turned out that all arrows were pointing back to him.
Finally, the spearhead was aimed at Old Master Ferguson, so Eric had to cut off Old Master Ferguson’s power.
Otherwise, Old Master Ferguson would really hurt Nicole sooner or later.
By then, it would be too late for regrets.
What about today?
Nicole did not answer any of his phone calls.
Perhaps she was already aware of everything.
In her heart, Nicole must have hated him, a despicable, shameless, and petty bastard.
She must have thought that Eric wanted to create a rift between her and Clayton and even dragged her down in the process.
The kind of apprehension in his heart was incomparably strong.
Eric panicked.
His car stopped at the entrance of the hospital where Nicole was at. There were a lot of people carrying cameras and lights, surrounding the entrance. They were all reporters.
Eric was so annoyed that he called Mitchell.
“Have someone get rid of the reporters in front of the hospital…” Mitchell paused for a moment. “Mr. Ferguson, I just received news that Ms. Stanton has been discharged from the hospital…
