Chapter 1359
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Read Chapter 1359 of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
âClayton and Nicole have joined hands to harm me. Clayton, that ingrate! Heâs really a son of a bâtch!
Get him to come over!â
âNicole should go to hell! Let me out! Iâll kill her!â
âDo you think Iâve lost? I wonât lose! Sloan Corporation can only be mine! Itâs mine alone!â
Clayton lit a cigarette outside and smoked half of it before gently tossing it aside and crushing it with
the tip of his shoe.
When Nicole was around, Clayton never touched a cigarette to maintain his image.
Clayton knew she did not like it.
Since Nicole was not around, Clayton felt inexplicably exhausted sitting here.
He was so tired that he could only take a puff of smoke to relieve his stress.
The doctor came out from the ward, and the cursing voice inside gradually diminished.
âMr. Sloan?â
Clayton stood up looking indifferent. He nodded and looked slightly inside.
âHe calmed down?â
The doctor said, âHeâs been sedated, so heâll go to sleep soon. Mr. Sloan, if you want to speak to him,
you can go in now.â
Clayton nodded. âThank you.â
The doctor left politely. The hospital staff had a good feeling for Clayton, who was so mysterious and
modest.
Clayton went in and looked at Quavon lying on the bed. Quavon was staring straight at the ceiling. His
pupils gradually became lax, and his chest was heaving violently.
Quavon looked like he was not satisfied with scolding people and felt suffocated.
Clayton walked to the side of the chair to sit down. His face had no trace of warmth.
Clayton looked indifferent and cold, showing the darkest side of himself.
To Quavon, Clayton had always looked like this.
A few seconds later.
Quavon finally realized that Clayton came into the ward.
He tried to sit up with all his strength, but his body was limp and weak, so he lay back down again.
Quavon was furious and gritted his teeth.
âYou ingrate! How dare you lock me up here?! Are you planning to lock me up for life?! Iâm your father
whether you admit it or not, you canât change this fact!â Clayton sat there. His handsome side profile
looked sarcastic. His cold eyes carried a hint of disdain. âYouâll only mention this âfactâ when itâs useful
to you, right?â
Claytonâs tone was indifferent. He raised his eyes to look at Quavon. âYou donât need to waste your
energy trying to get out. After a while, Iâll send Isaac in as well.â
As soon as Quavon heard Isaacâs name, Quavon became anxious. It was just like a stress response.
âWhat do you want? Do you want to drive your family to extinction? Just for a woman?! Youâre an
ingrate, just like your mother! When someone shows a little interest, you just go up and lick their boots
like a dog! Youâre so lowly!â
Claytonâs face completely sank with a hint of dangerous ruthlessness.
âLet me remind you that scolding me now wonât do you any good.â
With that, Clayton stood up impatiently, straightened his jacket, and lifted his foot to go out.
Quavon still did not acknowledge his situation yet, so it was better to wait a few more days.
Quavonâs voice was hoarse like it was ground with sandpaper.
âClayton, heâs your brother after all. Heâs already paralyzed, so donât torment him. He canât compete
with you and canât threaten you, so donât touch him!â
Quavonâs eyes finally had panic in them. He feared that Isaac, who was already paralyzed, would be
harmed again.
Clayton froze for a second. He looked back at Quavon and stared at him for a few seconds. His eyes
darkened before he withdrew his gaze.
He did not say anything and left the place.