The black Lamborghini stopped steadily next to the jet. When the door of the car opened, a polished leather shoe stepped on the ground first.

Above it, Florence saw the straight long leg, the master of which was in a neatly tailored suit. He has wide shoulders and looked quite elegant, domineering. The outline of his chin was cold and resolute, and his features were exquisite. He was so handsome that he could make others remember him as soon as seeing his face.

Florence gaped at the man who just got off the car. It was the fact that she could never forget all her life.

Ernest!

How could he chase after her to the airport?

She wondered what on earth he wanted.

Florence’s heart couldn’t help hammering as if the restless rabbit was about to pop out from her chest.

Ernest got off the car and looked up. His sharp gaze fell on the small window of the jet, behind which was Florence’s face.

Their eyes met. In an instant, it seemed that the time stopped.

Florence even stopped her breath.

She was so panicked that she didn’t know what to do. Immediately, she looked away to dodge his gaze. When she was looking away, her sight was fully blocked.

Stanford was standing in front of Ernest, blocking Ernest’s gaze.

From Florence’s angle, she could only see her brother’s back without seeing Ernest’s expression.

Her heart jumped into her throat. She also seemed to feel relaxed as well as a bit disappointed. She wanted to do something but she couldn’t do anything in a panic.

Right then, she didn’t know how to face Ernest, so she had to escape from him in such a hurry and an embarrassment.

His sight was blocked. Ernest frowned slightly, looking deeply at the man in front.

Stanford Fraser.

Florence had gone away from City N, Ernest had found all information about this man. After he had gone back to

gentleman on the surface but

at all, which was

this way, Ernest would have slaughtered him and cut him

decided not to

want to talk to Florence. Please give me some time,” Ernest said gentlemanly. Although he was requesting, he sounded so aggressive that he

looked at Ernest with the unconcealed

were in City N, Flory and you

explain to her

to them, straightened. With a sigh, he thought to himself, ‘Mr. Hawkins is always so arrogant and proud. When has

now for Florence, his rock bottom

was a fortune or

moved. He stood motionlessly, emanating an aggressive

each syllable, “She doesn’t

Florence’s biological father, you can’t make the

decision for her. However, it’s Flory’s

and then said in a more ironical tone, “If she wants to meet you, would she be so eager to leave by

a nail

Florence didn’t want to meet him as if she

pressed his thin lips. “She’s just skipping. But I’m

so affirmative like

Stanford’s anger raise to his brain. Stanford was so angry that he wished to throw a punch

was to be so

the past few days that Florence still loved

Now she has the infant matrimony to Benjamin of your Turner family. They’re getting married in the future. In other words, Flory now is your nephew’s future wife. Would it be

they could get married?” Ernest pressed his thin lips and asked

a question, his attitude

in anger, and he

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