My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Both of them took the VIP lift and reached the highest floor- the President's Office on the 99th floor.

The glass door of the office wasn’t shut tight. It was half-opened as if someone was waiting for Florence.

Timothy stood at the door, and he took a step back when he saw Florence. He reached out his hand and showed Florence the direction into the office.

“Ms. Fraser, please.”

Florence smiled at him. She walked towards the door and knocked on it.

At the same time, she had a clear look at the whole office. The office was huge, extremely huge. The gigantic French window provided a spacious look for the room.

Two people were sitting on the genuine leather couch in the room.

Ernest and Anthony.

Ernest raised his eyes and saw Florence. There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

“Come in,” Ernest said in a lowered tone.

Florence walked into the room with her luggage. She politely nodded at Anthony as a form of greeting.

Anthony was surprised by Florence's appearance. He sized up Florence and the stuff she carried.

Anthony hesitated for a second before he realized the reason why Florence was here.

“Ernest, you are telling me that Florence is the genius designer I was waiting for?”

Ernest nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

Then he told Florence, “Anthony will be in-charged of your work from today onwards. Look for him if you have any questions.”

The way Ernest gave his command in a casual tone as if Anthony was just an ordinary Director.

Anthony’s lips twitched. He wanted to remind Ernest so much that he was the Vice President of the Hawkins Group. Was it really a good idea for Ernest to ask him to take charge of a new designer’s work?

be more cautious

Anthony was in-charge of her work.

thank you for

“Of course.”

course, he would take care of Mr. Hawkins’s little

whispered, “You knew I’m busy, why do you want me to guide Florence? You could have asked any professional

a sip of his coffee and answered as matter of course,

asked, “And you trusted

nodded, “You

Anthony was speechless.

had thought it all. He even eliminated the possibility of Florence being troubled by her superior. She wouldn’t need to worry about all these troubles

to accept the fact. It seemed like he will have to spend a lot of overtime in the office from today

and smiled at Florence, “Let me bring you to your office, then…” He sized up Florence, and continued in a professional and serious tone, “We’ll get you a makeover

a famous stylist? What

she knew the

Vice President, he was also a hidden professional designer, who

brought Florence to the styling room in the company and gave her a complete

what she would wear daily. The clothing was still

of heels, Florence looked at herself in the mirror. She looked very

important after you become famous. Throw away all your old clothes. Wear what I gave you as much

pushed a rack full of clothes over to Florence. The clothes were all in Florence’s size, and they were put

she only wore a set a day, these clothes could last a very

they were

these clothes

accommodations, and electronic devices for their staff but other than celebrities, this was the first

like a difficult

he replied, “After all, they belong to Ernest. It means they belong

did Anthony meant when he said they belong to her as

married

Florence to the

Florence her office and allowed her to get to know her place. After that, he brought Florence back

the office first with a proud look, “Ernest,