My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 931

He could only maintain the current status through controlling and fighting each other.

Though Ernest could have killed Theodore and his men and taken over as Master of the Turner by force, this wasn't the best solution and would cause a slew of problems in the future.

Despite the fact that they had no love for each other, Ernest was not the type of person who would murder his own grandfather.

Furthermore, the Turner family was powerful and influential on a global scale, so acting recklessly was not prudent. He might be able to keep the Master position for a short time if he killed Theodore, but he could easily be deposed by others and end up in a worse situation than now.

At the moment, the best solution was to keep each other in check.

After Stanford and his men had left, Ernest turned to Finley and said, "The Master needs rest; take good care of him."

"Yes," Finley replied politely.

Take care? Theodore snorted, his face stiffening. Ernest assigned Finley to keep an eye on him in order to delay or prevent his attack on Stanford. And Ernest thought buying them time will help them get out of here safely? In his dreams!

Theodore's intent to kill was written all over his face as he thought on this.

Ernest ignored him, turned around, and walked away, leaving him behind.

It was time to go. Theodore was aware that he had gone in search of Florence.

He had Florence locked up with the intention of using her as leverage to control Ernest, but she escaped and was still on the run. Florence was his only way of having Ernest under control, and he had lost it.

"Oh, darn it!" Thinking about his failures today, Theodore cursed angrily.

Ernest picked up the pace when he smelled something fishy. When he stepped out of the vault, he immediately thought of Florence and went to look for her in her room, but she had escaped.

His lover was a wise woman; she managed to free herself from Theodore.

Ernest then proceeded to the garden before disappearing down a small alley.

Theodore stood there watching him disappear before he walked away with a scowl on his face.

The bodyguards dispersed as well, leaving only the bloodstains on the floor.

Ernest walked until he arrived in front of the bushes, then he stopped and softly called out, "Come on out."

A delicate figure rushed out of the bushes and straight into Ernest's arms.

Florence hugged Ernest tightly, allowing her tears to soak his shirt.

"You're finally here. I was terrified," she sobbed.

"I'm sorry for being late," Ernest said as he embraced her, exhaling a long sigh of relief at knowing and seeing her safe and sound. His empty heart was filled once more.

"It's okay, I'm here, and you're safe now; no one will ever hurt you again," he reassured her as he stroked her hair repeatedly.

Florence wept even harder as a result of his gentleness; she thought she was going to die right then.