Quavon Sloan said, “Isaac was indeed too careless. He thought that he didn’t have to worry about his safety in Mediania. I often cautioned him to be on his guard against people, but he’s young and reckless, which made him forget that.”

The corners of Eric’s lips twitched as he exhaled a smoke ring. He looked ahead indifferently and seemed to be immersed in his own world.

Eric did not listen to what Quavon said.

Quavon suppressed the impatience in his heart and took a deep breath.

“Mr. Ferguson, Isaac’s disappearance must have something to do with Clayton. Of course, we still have to rely on you here in Mediania. Could you please help...?”

Eric turned his head. His gaze was indifferent.

“Help? What’s in it for me?”

His voice was low and slow.

It had the shrewdness and calculative tone of a businessman.

A big piece of pie like the Sloan family was offered to him on a silver platter. It would seem unjustified not to take a cut.

Quavon paused, not expecting Eric to be so direct.