Chapter 1315
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Read Chapter 1315 of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
Nicole said, âYou actually forgot about it? What a waste of a good horse! Itâs clear at a glance that this
horse can win the championship!â
Clayton said, âEveryone said the same at that time, but if itâs really trained for the championship, thereâs
no telling how many such horses there are. Since I bought it, it wonât have to worry about desperately
trying to win the championship!â
Nicole shook her head. âDoes the horse know how thoughtful you are?â
âMaybe?â Clayton spoke casually.
Nicole choked. âIâm going to start riding. Letâs talk later? Oh right, thank you for the gift. I love it!â
Clayton smiled. âIâm glad you like it.â
After he finished speaking dotingly, Nicole hung up the phone.
He shook his head in exasperation. The dull mood he had for a day finally improved.
The assistant on the side knocked on the door and came in.
âMr. Sloan, Chairman Sloan asked to see you.â
Clayton paused as his gaze sank slightly.
His happiness dwindled visibly, and his face turned cold. There was a pause.
âI know what he wants. What do you think people do before theyâre on the verge of despair?â
That person was his biological father.
The assistant was well aware of Claytonâs complicated relationship with the Sloan family. âTheyâll
probably put on their final struggle. Itâs better than doing nothing.â Claytonâs lips curled. His eyes were
cold. âTurn him away.â The assistant hesitated for a moment before speaking. âMr. Sloan, this is already
the second time. If you keep refusing to see him, thereâs no guarantee that he wonât shift his attention
to Mediania or Michael.â As soon as the assistant finished speaking, Claytonâs eyes instantly shrank
and cooled down with a hint of ruthlessness. Clayton gritted his teeth secretly. There seemed to be a
slight crack on his warm and modest face. âLet him in.â
The assistant nodded and turned to walk out.
Clayton did not want to meet Quavon. He did not want to appreciate the despair or bitterly pleading
attitude on Quavonâs face.
Whether Quavon was good or bad, Clayton did not want to have a single thing to do with him.
They had no father-and-son bond in the first place. Clayton did not have to see Quavon lose his
composure.
Clayton was not that vindictive.
Otherwise, he would not have been pushed to the brink so many times without truly fighting back once.
However, this time was different.
Quavon made a move on Nicole. This was the first time Clayton wanted to approach a woman. She
was like the warm sun, and he seemed to enter a whole new world after he met her.
That world was inclusive, warm, kind, and lovely. Clayton would not let anyone ruin Nicole.
Thus, he had to be here and deal with Quavon. The door opened.
Quavon came in wearing a black suit. His expression was glum, and he seemed dark and heavy.
His eyes were sharp as he stared at Clayton sitting there.
Those eyes were full of hostility without a hint of softness.
Claytonâs lips curled up, but there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.
Clayton stood up. âChairman Sloan, this is the first time you came to my office since I left the Sloan
family, isnât it?â
No matter what hardships Clayton suffered these years, Quavon never reached out to help him.
Similarly, he would not go to Quavon for help either.
The two of them were like completely unrelated strangers.
Those words were undoubtedly a mockery of Quavonâs habit of seeking advantages and avoiding
disadvantages.
Quavonâs expression darkened slightly.
âYouâre even busier than me. The last time I came here, your assistant told me that you werenât in.â
His words were full of resentment.
Clayton looked at the assistant and smiled. âYes, I wasnât in.â
Quavon snorted coldIy, not wanting to bicker about this matter.
âJust say it. What do you want? What do you realIy want?â Clayton slightly narrowed his eyes.