Stanford glanced through the room quickly, only to find that Florence didn’t want to take along a lot of things with her.
Only she knew why she wouldn’t take them with her.
Instead of asking, Stanford smiled. He took the initiative to take over the suitcase in Florence’s hands and then pulled it downstairs.
There was a luxurious car parking outside his villa quite long ago.
Collin was sitting in the car with both hands on the window. He waved at Florence when seeing her.
“Flory, I’ll fly you to Europe!”
Stanford glared at him disdainfully. “Shut up! It’s not your turn yet.”
Collin curled his lips. Stanford had gone too far. Without Collin, they probably hadn’t found Florence yet.
What Stanford was doing was to kick down the ladder.
However, Stanford didn’t feel guilty at all. He helped Florence sit in the passenger’s seat, far away from Collin.
Collin felt so upset. Obviously, Stanford was showing off that he had a younger sister, wasn’t he?
Florence didn’t care much about how those two men teased each other. She turned around and looked at the villa that was farther and farther away. She knew clearly that she had set off on the new journey.
After she left, probably she wouldn’t come back forever.
‘Farewell, City N,’ her inner voice said.
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In the CEO’s office, the Hawkins Group.
“Knock. Knock. Knock.”
Suddenly there were some knocks on the door of the quiet office.
Ernest was reading documents. Without raising his head, he said, “Enter.”
The glass door was open. Timothy walked into the office. He looked quite hesitant and uneasy.
Walking to the desk and stopped, he said gingerly, “Mr. Hawkins, I have something to report.”
“Go ahead,” Ernest uttered two words without looking up at him at all.
Timothy rubbed his hands awkwardly. After hesitating for a while, he seemed to finally pluck up his courage again.
“Mr. Hawkins, Ms. Fraser is...”
“If you want to tell me about her, you can get out now,” Ernest interrupted his unfinished words coldly. The pressure in the office went down again.
Timothy stiffed. Obviously, he could feel a chill rising from his soles. He had been working with Ernest for so many years. He knew it clearly that he would survive only if he shut up now. Otherwise, he would end up quite miserably.
However, Mrs. Hawkins just called him in person, asking him to pass her message to Ernest.
Timothy dared not to disobey her orders.
Besides, he believed what he was going to say was quite important to Mr. Hawkins as well.
Timothy encouraged himself inwardly for a while.
Then he continued, “Please excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. I must finish my words -- Ms. Fraser’s flight will take off at two o’clock in the afternoon. She’s leaving in a few hours. After she’s left, we don’t know when she will come back.
“She is now unattached to City N, so probably she would never come back again.
“I know you love her. You can’t just sit there and watch her leave. It’ll be the regret in your whole life. Mr. Hawkins, I believe you still should fight for it,” Timothy nerved himself and spoke all the words in one breath without a stop.
Otherwise, he didn’t have the guts to finish them all.
After finishing his words, Timothy glanced at the man behind the desk with a sense of guilt and panic, only to find Ernest creased his good-looking brows slightly. He looked terribly enraged.
The pen in his hands snapped into two.
The pressure in the office kept dropping.
His thin lips parted slightly. In a frozen voice, he said, “If you talk nonsense again, you’ll be so fired.”
Timothy trembled, pressing his lips tightly.
However, he still wanted to ask if Ernest wanted to go after Ms. Fraser at this critical moment. Mr. Hawkins should act as soon as possible. Or, he would be so late.
However, Ernest didn’t look like that he would go after Ms. Fraser, which disappointed Timothy a lot.
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