My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins
Chapter 188: Whose Dates
Seeing that Ernest had drunk the wine, the man thought that Ernest was kind to him. Flattered, he immediately gulped down the wine in his glass in one breath as well.
After finishing the wine, he added with a smile, “Mr. Hawkins, I’m the CEO of Ricky Corporation. In the future, if you have time, we can play golf and have dinner together. What do you think?”
“I’m too busy,” Ernest uttered a few words coldly. He didn’t even care about this man’s dignity at all.
The smile on the man’s face was stiffened. He gaped at Ernest.
Just now, he witnessed that Mr. Hawkins drink off the wine, which meant that Mr. Hawkins was quite kind to him. However, in just a few seconds, how could Mr. Hawkins change his attitude?
With a pretty and graceful smile, Gemma said, “I’m sorry. Ernest is indeed pretty busy usually. Sir, why don’t you leave us a business card? If he’s available, he’ll call you.”
The mid-aged man now felt comforted. With a smile, he handed his business card to Gemma.
After Gemma put away the business car, naturally she picked up another glass of wine and handed it to Ernest.
She was standing beside him, helping him with everything considerately.
When Florence rushed into the hall, she saw this scene as soon as she walked into the door.
In the banquet hall where guests were walking back and forth, among the excellent gentlemen and gentlewomen, Ernest was as shiny as a star. She found him at the first glance.
Beside him, Gemma was also stunning. The red dress made her as enchanting as the burning flame. Even she was standing next to Ernest, she looked quite suitable.
They both looked matching each other perfectly -- the man was talented and the woman was pretty.
Gemma was busy helping Ernest take those business cards from the guests and changing the wine for him. She took care of him so carefully and considerately, just like a date. She was even more intimate to him and harmonious than a date.
Florence looked at them in a daze, and for some reason, traces of coldness surged in her heart.
At this moment, suddenly Gamma looked over at her. Her red lips curled up arrogantly, expressing her provocation.
She looked as if she was a winner.
The red dress on her also burnt Florence’s eyes like a fire.
down at her own red dress, Florence suddenly
the same, and so was the
who was arm-in-arm with Ernest. And she was Cinderella who
comparison, Florence felt
help but pinch her handbag tightly. Through the cover of her bag, she touched the edge of the gift box, which was so sharp as
gift, even if it was found by her after
if she didn’t come, someone
realize that she didn’t mean anything to
so late? Did you
over. They acted being
to discuss with
It must be
this party tonight. She’s Mr. Hawkins’ date. Where will Florence
Gemma’s. Does she want to compete with Gemma? TSK. TSK. She doesn’t know
a shame! If I were her, I wouldn’t have
hearing
those women
knew the
Florence was always the third
Florence was standing alone at the door, which enlarged this feeling. She was so embarrassed as someone who
between pale and red. Feeling quite depressed, Florence
tall and strong figure appeared
as gentle as the brook that
you came. Otherwise, I wouldn’t
was surprised. Looking up, she saw Cooper’s smiling face full
was in a dark blue suit, which suited his shape, making him look more handsome. He looked like a noble
were humiliating Florence looked
They gaped at Cooper.
couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Scott,
Cooper answered without any hesitation, his
believe it. “But she’s
even if he had dumped Florence, he wouldn’t
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