Chapter 2021 Prepare for a Funeral


    No one knew if that was sarcasm or a mere description of Ingrid.


    After Eric finished speaking, he gave Ingrid a meaningful look.


    Then he turned around to leave.


    Ingrid did not want to let him go like that. She cried and took his arm.


    "Give him back to me, Brother! I really like him. Why can’t you wish for a good life for me? You’ve


    always looked down on me since we were young. You bullied me because of an outsider, and now, you


    even want to hurt the person I like...”


    Eric shook her off irritably, grabbed her cor, lifted her up, and looked at her fiercely.


    "The person you like? Are you ying dumb, or are you just cheap? They cut up Dad, killed Grandpa,


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    and captured you and Mom to threaten me, yet you''re still in love with the enemy?!"


    Eric gritted his teeth. His face was cold and stern.


    "I''ll tell you the truth. If Mom wasn''t in their hands, did you really think that I’ll care for your life?”


    Eric suddenly threw Ingrid on the ground like she was a piece of garbage.


    Ingrid''s knee hurt. She sat on the ground with a pale face.


    Eric lowered his head and tidied up his sleeves.


    "He''ll die soon. I won''t care even if you die for him. From today onward, stay away from the Ferguson


    family."


    He did not want to take another look at Ingrid as he was repulsed by her.


    After that, he got into the car without hesitation.


    Mr. Jensen looked at the woman outside and hesitated.


    "Mr. Ferguson, she..."


    Eric''s tone was indifferent as he frowned and said, "She’s just an idiot in love and doesn''t know


    anything about Tyler. Let her fend for herself."


    Mr. Jensen lowered his eyes, pondered for a few seconds, smiled, and nodded.


    "Okay, for your sake, Mr. Ferguson, we can list her as a victim."


    A victim, not an aplice.


    Otherwise, Ingrid would also be among those arrested today.


    Mr. Jensen smiled.


    "Mr. Ferguson, you’ve contributed to the sessful arrest of Tyler and his ck money this time.


    Thank you for all the hard work putting up with him and enduring the humiliation. We''ll always


    remember your efforts."


    Eric lowered his eyes without an expression.


    He nced out the window >e+>WJS> still felt upset.


    “It''s my duty. After all, Ferguson Corporation is involved."


    Mr. Jensen nodded with a smile.


    "As for Stanton Corporation, I''ll exin it clearly to Mr. Stanton in person."


    Eric paused and looked at him.


    "Mr. Jensen, the forces in South Africa and Southeast Asia haven’t beenpletely destroyed. Why


    did they tighten the so quickly?"


    Mr. Jensen was stunned for a moment, smiled, and said meaningfully, "It''s Interpol''s responsibility to


    fight terrorist forces. If we get too involved, it''ll cause unnecessary disputes and misunderstandings.


    Our original purpose was yton’s military base, and now, Tyler’s forces in South Africa are basically


    obliterated. yton has also handed over the core technology and weapons of that military base to the


    government. So, our purpose has been achieved.”


    When Eric heard this, his face stiffened slightly.


    "yton gave all the core secrets to the government?" "Yeah. yton is a very sensible businessman.


    He not only gave the government those weapons but also sent over the experts in the researchb.


    Most of the researchers agreed to stay and serve the country, which is something that we can only


    wish for."


    Mr. Jensen smiled brightly.


    "Therefore, we have to solve the problem quickly so that yton and his wife can return to Mediania


    safely."


    After Mr. Jensen finished his sentence, he realized that Eric''s expression was not right.


    Suddenly, Mr. Jensen recalled that yton’s wife was Eric’s ex-wife.


    How could Eric be happy when Mr. Jensen talked about someone who should not be mentioned?


    Mr. Jensen immediately changed the subject with a smile.


    "Eric, we have a great project that we n to award to Ferguson Corporation instead of allowing the


    public to bid for it."


    This was also to publicly thank Eric.


    Eric nodded lightly.


    "Thank you, Mr. Jensen.”


    "No problem."


    Eric was a businessman with a rtively clean background. That was also why they chose him.


    On the way back, Eric did not say a word.


    His face was gloomy but calm.


    Eric did not expect that yton would let go of this big slice of cake so easily.


    He also did not expect that yton would use this slice of cake to please the superiors.


    The original n was to wait until Tyler was fully settled in before they tighten the, then the series of


    people involved in the background would surface.


    At that time, Tyler would not be their only enemy.


    The Stanton family was involved in the game, but Mr. Jensen would find a way to protect them.


    However, the superiors would not protect yton, a foreign businessman.


    Therefore, yton would have to expose himself to fight with Tyler. At the very least, yton would be


    greatly affected.


    Why did yton suddenly take action to target Tyler''s forces and obliterate them at lightning speed?


    It was just too fast.


    Unbelievably fast.


    Eric was also startled because this meant that yton''s ability was not as simple as what Eric saw.


    Suddenly, Eric thought of Nicole.


    Was Nicole''s injury the trigger to why yton was so impatient and vignt?


    The n seemed to have ended perfectly, but none of Eric''s goals were achieved.


    Although Tyler was caught, Angie was still out there.


    What was this if not a failure?


    Eric closed his eyes impatiently and loosened his cor, looking tense and glum.


    He had underestimated the enemy.


    Mr. Jensen returned with Tyler, and Eric returned to Ferguson Corporation.


    Mitchell hurried over with sweat on his face.


    "Mr. Ferguson, I''ve already found the school. It''s at..."


    "Prepare for the Old Master''s funeral in a few days."


    Eric interrupted him.


    Mitchell was stunned. “A funeral is going to be held?"


    Eric responded.


    Tyler was arrested.


    On the surface, they already won.


    Thus, they did not need to care about Tyler and ignore unpleasant realities anymore.


    Old Master Ferguson was also a prominent figure in Anta, so they could noty him to rest quietly


    without holding a ceremony.


    Mitchell nodded solemnly.


    "Yes, sir. I''ll do it right away."


    Mitchell turned around and left. As soon as he went out, he remembered that he was supposed to tell


    Eric which school Chance was sent to, but Eric did not seem to care.


    Suddenly, Eric''s phone on the table suddenly rang.


    The caller ID was not disyed.


    Eric looked at it and picked up the call.


    He did not speak first.


    Angie''s familiar voice came through the phone.


    "Eric, are you satisfied with my gift for you?"


    Eric''s face instantly stiffened.


    "Angie?"


    Angie smiled. "I''ve been busy for a long time and finally found time to call you. Take good care of our


    son, and... You should thank me for handing over your sister and my brother.”


    Eric was livid, and his heart shook with anger.


    "What did you say?"


    Although he asked this, his mind was spinning quickly.


    Tyler only showed up because of Ingrid, but why did Ingrid appear?


    It was because Ingrid saw Tyler with another woman, right?


    No, was that what Angie deliberately wanted Ingrid to see?


    Eric''s heart was cold, gloomy, and disgusted.


    "You arranged it?"


    Angieughed lightly.


    "I just wanted to give you a small gift.


    You''re wee. Isn''t arresting my brother your purpose? Caleb and Tyler fell in your hands, so you


    should be very pleased, right?"