Chapter 1971 Warning or Reminder
Mitchell was also helpless regarding Quinn and Ingrid.
"The information we got earlier is consistent with what Mr. Sloan told us.
Madam Ferguson and Ms. Ferguson are in Falcon''s hands. But the day before Falcon returned to
South Africa, the two of them suddenly disappeared. They searched everywhere, but there was no
news of Mrs. Ferguson and Miss Ferguson. I presume that they escaped on their own...?"
This would be the best scenario, escaping by themselves without falling into anyone''s hands.
Eric''s face was cold, and his eyes were dark.
''If they ran away, why didn’t they contact us? How far can they run anyway?"
Even if Ingrid was stupid, Quinn should understand that only Eric could protect them.
However, to this day, no one contacted him.
Their people could not find Quinn''s and Ingrid''s whereabouts either.
This was a little strange.
Mitchell was silent.
"Did Tyler find out? Perhaps he got to them first?"
Eric''s face was stern for a moment. He was trying to suppress the surging hostility in his eyes.
"I don''t think so. I''ve been with him this whole time, so I understand what he''s like. He’s ruthless, but he
doesn''t have enough foresight to do this."
However, Tyler did not get his current status merely by brute force either.
A hint of anger crossed Eric''s indifferent face. He gritted his teeth.
They could only wait.
Mitchell kept quiet for a moment and said," Mr. Ferguson, Mr. Sloan has a lot of resources and
connections in South Africa. Why don''t we ask him to help us inquire about Tyler''s movements? He
also knows Snakehead. If he could help in these aspects, perhaps we could find where Mrs. Ferguson
and Ms. Ferguson are."
Seeing Eric''s gloomy face, Mitchell knew that he had said too much.
Why would Eric ask yton for help?
This was worse than killing him.
Sure enough, Eric’s cold eyes swept over Mitchell, and Eric did not say a word.
Afternoon.
Stanton Corporation.
Eric''s arrival naturally caused quite amotion.
He did not make an appointment with Grant''s or Nicole''s assistants beforeh>c+> UMV:.
After all, a person of Eric’s status did not need an appointment.
Thedy at the front desk looked at him with difficulty.
"Mr. Ferguson, may I ask who you''d like to meet?"
After all, there were many Stantons in the upper management.
The receptionist did not know if it was intentional or not, but Eric''s face turned gloomy.
After a long time, Eric said, "Grant Stanton.''
The receptionist responded and called the President''s Office.
After a while, she hung up.
“Mr. Ferguson, please wait in the lounge upstairs. Mr. Stanton''s conference call will end in five
minutes."
Eric did not say much. He just lifted his foot and left with an intimidating aura
The assistant in the lounge did not dare to neglect Eric and quickly served him a cup of coffee. Eric
came too unexpectedly.
After Grant came out of the meeting, the assistant quickly greeted him.
"He''s still waiting?'' The assistant nced at the time. "Yes, Mr. Ferguson is in the lounge."
Someone had informed Grant of Eric''s arrival long ago, so he was naturally aware of it.
Grant straightened his suit and walked into the lounge.
"Mr. Ferguson, you''ve returned to Mediania for quite some time now. Are you not nning to leave
anymore?”
Eric sat there and raised his eyebrows slightly. His cold expression remained the same, and his voice
was very light as he said, "I''ll leave when I''m done settling my business. Long time no see, Mr.
Stanton."
Grant and Eric had simr vibes, and their working style in the industry was also very simr.
"I just saw you the day you returned to Mediania, and it''s only been a few days since. Mr. Ferguson,
don''t kid yourself.
Eric pursed his lips. His eyes were cold as he looked at Grant, who was opposite him.
"I''ll just be frank with you. I hope that your family can take over that AG project with full authority. That
project can’t be dyed any longer."
Grant also looked straight at Eric without any fluctuations in expression.
"Mr. Ferguson, I''ve seriously considered it. We won''t interfere with that project. No matter how
profitable it might be, our family doesn''t want to get involved."
Eric''s pupils shrank, and his jaw clenched. Just as he was about to say something, Grant said in a cold
voice, "There are so many parties who have their eyes on that project. South Africa and East Asia are
eyeing it. Even Tyler, who you''ve made friends with, has his eye on that project. Isn''t that right, Mr.
Ferguson?”
Grant simply talked about the current situation.
"Stanton Corporation''s participation in any project isn''t just based on the benefits and prospects. Even
if we want to domunity service, we have to protect ourselves first. Not to mention, we don''t want to
be involved with those people, nor do we want to get into any trouble.”
Eric asked, "Mr. Stanton, are you afraid?"
Grant smiled. "I just don''t see the need in risking lives just to make money ."
"What if I told you that I’ll guarantee that Tyler or any forces in South Africa won''t interfere as long as
yourpany is willing to take on this project?"
Eric spoke in a stiff voice.
Grant smiled calmly.
"Mr. Ferguson, I believe in your ability, but I don''t want to get involved. The Stanton family can’t afford
any setbacks. I believe you''re aware that my sister has escaped death many times. Now, she cherishes
her life dearly. She won''t even step out the door if she’s not apanied by her bodyguards. She''s not
even bothered toe to work today. Mr. Ferguson, to me, my family is more important than money."
Eric''s eyes were deep, and his expression was gloomy and torn.
After a long time, Eric stood up abruptly.
He hesitated a little and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Stanton, if Stanton Corporation doesn''t take over this
project, Nicole will be in real danger. Falcon and Tyler are already targeting her. If Nicole doesn''t have
enough strength to guarantee her own interests, those people would stop at nothing to attack her. She
couldn''t possibly stay in Mediania or the Stanton Mansion forever, right? Once she leaves your family''s
territory, she''ll face endless dangers."
After Eric finished speaking, Grant''s eyes instantly turned deep and dark.
That was not all that Eric wanted to say, right?
What was Eric implying?
Grant''s face instantly turned cold and glum.
Eric took a deep breath and regained his slightly cold and calm expression.
"Mr. Stanton, please reconsider it. I''ll get someone to bring the contract over." Eric straightened his suit,
raised his feet, and walked out.
Grant narrowed his eyes and looked at Eric’s departing back.
He was indescribably anxious.
Eric only disclosed half of the information.
Was the remaining half a warning or a reminder?
Did Eric hate Nicole because she did not love him anymore, or would he destroy her if he could not get
her?
Grant''s face was ashen. He did not want to take any risks with his family, so even if it was a lucrative
business, he would not take it.
However, Eric''s arrival made his decision waver again.
If they already targeted Nicole, what was the point of hiding?
Grant stayed in the lounge for a long time beforeing out.
"President, I''ve postponed the rest of your itinerary for today, but you have a dinner appointment with
Mr. Sheldon of Sheldon Corporation..."
Grant''s voice was cold and hoarse.
"Postpone that. I''m going to pick up my wife from Nicole''s ce.”
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The assistant was taken aback.
"President, Mr. Sheldon asked if you could change the dinner location to Ms. Stanton''s apartment
because Mrs. Sheldon is also there...”