A chill shrouded Eric’s body.

Eric’s gaze was cold and deadly as he stared at Clayton’s hand that was holding Nicole’s thin waist.

Eric really wanted to chop Clayton to pieces.

The person opposite spoke in surprise.

“She’s not Mrs. Ferguson? I... I’m not mistaken, right?”

He looked at Nicole again.

Although Nicole’s temperament had become a bit cooler, her looks were still so stunning that it left a deep impression on others.

How could he have recognized the wrong person?

Clayton smiled.