Chapter 55 Adopting Beckham
Chapter 55 Adopting Beckham
Florence took advantage of the lunch break to contact the kindergarten online and called the
principal to exin Beckham''s situation.
"It''s a boy over four years old. Beck is very smart. How about I will bring him over tomorrow? And
you can see him by yourself..."
It''s not easy to get into a public kindergarten now. Florence had been looking for a kindergarten for
several days. And finally, she could only choose a private kindergarten for Beckham.
And she found that the kid''s schooling was a big expense.
She had to work harder.
She wanted to find a kindergarten that was close to herpany so that she could send Beck to
school in the morning and pick him up after getting off work.
Florence was chatting with the principal on the phone, but she didn''t notice that someone was
standing behind her at all.
Katherine passed by and stopped curiously when she heard Florence making a call, mentioning the
kid.
Did Florence really have a kid?
The turmoil at the family feast had caused a wave of discussions on the Inte. Although the
police finally rified that it was Thiago''s nder, and Florence also revealed Thiago''s true face at
the feast, there must be a reason for the rumor.
A strange light shed in Katherine''s eyes and quietly faded away.
Florence went to the bathroom after talking on the phone and found that the bathroom was full of
people. Everyone was fixing makeup and dressing up.
Florence was curious and asked with a smile, "Is there anyoneing here? Why is everyone
fixing makeup."
"Florence, don''t you know? Mr. Logan ising today." Her colleague Marissa said while putting on
lipstick, "Mr. Logan hasn''t been here for a long time. How can we not be excited?"
"Mr. Logan? Which Mr. Logan?"
Florence asked this question because several members of the Logan family worked in thepany.
"Of course, it is the person in charge of the Logan family." Marissa sorted out her clothes, “Florence,
take a look, am I beautiful today?"
The person in charge of the Logan family wasing? Florence was startled. She had been in the
company for so long and hadn''t seen him yet.
"Beautiful." Florence didn''t tell a lie. Marissa had a baby face, and her hot figure was very attractive
to men.
It was just that she didn''t figure out why everyone was so excited about Mr. Logan''sing.
Thinking of this, she heard Marissa say in a low voice, "Mr. Logan hasn''t married so far. I heard that
he even doesn''t have a girlfriend. If anyone can be favored by him, then she will be able to reach
the top socialdder."
It was just a man who hadme legs and a ruined face and couldn''t live for a long time. Was it
necessary for everyone to be so excited?
Florence said, “But I heard that Mr. Logan was disfigured in a car ident and looked extremely
ugly."
It was more than ugly. It was terrifying.
His scarred face appeared in Florence''s mind, and she couldn''t help but get goosebumps.
Marissa disagreed, “What''s wrong with ugliness? Most handsome men are yboys. Ugly men are
more loyal."
"But I also heard that Mr. Logan is ame man."
Marissa said, “Then that’s even better. I don''t have to worry about him going out to date girls. He
can stay with me every day. That''s so happy."
Florence, “I also heard that Mr. Logan can''t live for a long time, and his wife might be a widow after
marrying him."
"That would be great." Now, marrying into the Logan family will directly help me get the inheritance."
Florence was rendered speechless.
Marrying Mr. Logan would bring so many benefits.
Why didn''t she find out before?
Marissa sighed and said, "Florence, you are different from us. You are Andrew''s goddaughter. You
can marry a good man effortlessly. But it is too hard for us to find a good man."
People in the headquarters of the Logan Group had to be outstanding, and all of them had
ambitions. Who would be willing to work like this for a lifetime?
If women wanted to improve themselves, one way was to rely on themselves, and the other way
was to rely on men.
Regardless of men and women, looking for a wealthy and powerful marriage partner could help
them a lot. They could save decades of work.
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Marissa wanted to take root in Croycor, live a good life and marry into a wealthy family.
She had no background and no social identity. Her biggest leverage was her beautiful face and sexy
figure.
Florence didn''tment on Marissa''s values.
Now she was only thinking about how to find a good school for Beckham, and where to take Beck to
eat delicious food after getting off work.
It had been a few hours since they parted in the morning, and she really missed that kid.
...
The man in charge of the Logan Group would visit thepany, and the wholepany was ten
times more vigorous.
Florence went to the break room and got some water. When she came back, she happened to see
a group ofpany executivesing in with Alexander who was in a wheelchair in the center.
Even though Alexander was sitting in a wheelchair, it was hard to ignore his aura as a superior. He
looked elegant and calm like a king presiding over his country.
Easton pushed the wheelchair and Maxwell walked beside Alexander. A group of people was
coming in.
The employees of thepany gave way.
After knowing that Alexander hade to thepany, Steven was surprised and immediately
went downstairs to check on him.
Seeing Alexander wearing a silver mask and sitting in a wheelchair, he hurriedly walked over,
“Alexander, why are you here."
What an awkward question.
Alexander was in charge of thepany. Steven was just the vice president. But he asked such a
question. This was like a guest was questioning the owner.
Maxwell put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile on his face, “What is this question?
Probably you have forgotten who is in charge of thispany."
Their first meeting was very tense.
Florence drank the water and looked at Alexander who was sitting in the wheelchair through the
ss window.
Steven was stunned and felt awkward. His face was gloomy, “Maxwell, you have misunderstood
what I meant. I''m worried about Alexander''s health. I heard that he was not in good health these
days because he had been exhausted."
Alexander said in a cold voice. "Thank you for your concern, Steven, but I am in good health."
As soon as he finished, he coughed violently.
He didn''t seem to be in good health but more like he wouldn''t be able to live for a long time.
Maxwell was worried. “Alexander, how do you feel?"
"Don''t worry. I''m good." Alexander waved his hand.
Seeing Alexander''s sick look, Steven''s eyes shed with a hint of pride. But he remained calm and
said with concern, “Alexander, let''s go to the office to have a rest. Come on, I''ll push the wheelchair
for you."
"No." Alexander coldly refused.
"Let me do it." Maxwell didn''t give Steven a chance at all, “You are busy. Just leave this kind of
trivial matter to me."
Maxwell pushed the wheelchair for Alexander, bypassed Steven, and walked directly toward the
president’s office.
Alexander and his men left abruptly. Steven stood there, staring at Alexander''s back. His eyes were
gloomy and terrifying.
Florence could feel the cold light in his eyes even through the ss.
It seemed that the rumors were true - Alexander was at odds with Steven.
Alexander was not at peace with Kingston. So of course, his rtionship with Steven was not much
better.
Florence took another sip of water and frowned as she looked at Alexander and his men going
away.
When she ran away with Alexander, he ran faster than her. He even didn''t pant and didn''t look sick
at all. His physical fitness was better than hers.
Alexander''smeness was a fake. Was it possible that his disease was also a fake?