“Bang!”
In the office, the chair was kicked to fall on the ground, cracking into halves.
Stanford looked extremely annoyed and furious. He roared fiercely, “Come again? What happened to Flory?”
The secretary stiffed, standing there in a panic.
He repeated in a weak tone, “Little Miss wanted to sneak out by climbing the wall, but she carelessly fell. She got multiple wounds on her because of the fall.”
“Bang!” Stanford gave another kick, and the desk in front of him cracked immediately.
He was burning in rages, squeezing words between his teeth, “It was because of Ernest again. He should go to hell!”
The secretary stiffed again, sensing the murderous air running through the office in fear.
He said in a panic, “Young Master, you’ve promised Little Miss that you won’t hurt Ernest Hawkins.”
That was just before Flory was injured because of him. My Flory is lying on the bed with wounds now. Why should he be worry-free without having any loss?”
Looking extremely furious, Stanford strode out of the office.
At the same time, he ordered, “Call our men to gather in front of the Cindery Hotel.”
Cold sweat dripped from the secretary’s forehead. “Young Master, please think twice...”
Ignoring his words completely, Stanford rushed out of his office at a fast pace.
After Florence’s parents left the room, silence blanketed her room soon.
Subconsciously, she fumbled for her cell phone.
Right then, Tammy walked in from the door. She rushed over and stopped Florence in a hurry.
She said with concern, “Little Miss, you have so many wounds on your body. Stop moving around, please.”
Florence frowned. “My hand can move. Where is my phone?”
“Little Miss, the doctor said you should sleep to rest.”
“Let me check my phone first.”
Florence was quite stubborn, so Tammy couldn’t do anything. She had to take out the phone from a secret corner of the room.
She handed it to Florence. “It got wet in the rain. I simply dried it for you. It’s still working.”
“Thank you, Tammy.”
Florence smiled gratefully at Tammy and turned on her phone.
However, after checking the message log, she didn’t find any new message from Ernest after she had made such a fuss.
He didn’t reply to her last message at all.
Florence was disappointed and more worried. If not mistaken, Ernest must have encountered something quite tough to deal with.
Was it because Stanford was making trouble for him?
She flustered. However, in her current situation, she could only lie on the bed, let alone sneaking out.
Florence wondered what she should do.
What on earth could she do to help Ernest?
Florence felt annoyed. Being sleepless, she was lying on the bed irritably.
After a long while, suddenly, she heard her phone ring.
Florence was stunned. It was still the daytime. It shouldn’t be a call from Ernest. She wondered who it would be.
In confusion, she picked up the phone. When she found it was Ernest’s caller ID, she was taken aback.
It turned out to be a video call from Ernest.
Florence was surprised and joyful. She had never expected that Ernest would invite her to have a video call during the daytime.
Immediately, she wanted to answer the call. When she was about to tab on the accept button, she suddenly recalled something. Immediately, she tossed her hair down to cover the wounds on her face.
After getting well-prepared, Florence answered the phone with a smile.
When the call was connected, Ernest’s handsome face appeared on the screen. Frowning deeply, he looked quite solemn.
Florence’s smile was stiffened, a bad hunching surging in her heart.
She asked in worry, “What happened?”
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