Chapter 56 Could It Be That Alexander Was Faking Sick


    Chapter 56 Could It Be That Alexander Was Faking Sick?


    It was the fight among the powerful men.


    But the ones who suffered were usually the innocents.


    As soon as the big boss arrived, Florence had more work to do.


    Everyone was trembling with fear, fearing that something might go wrong.


    When the president and the vice president were fighting, innocent employees like them might be


    implicated.


    No one left early today. When it was time to get off work, everyone was still working.


    Time passed by. It was almost 7 p.m.


    Florence looked at the documents piled up on her desk andined, “I can''t finish tranting


    these files even until tomorrow."


    "Even if they have to be tranted next year, we still have to trante quickly. Big Boss is waiting


    for them."


    Her superior, Nora Walker, suddenly appeared behind her.


    Florence wasn''t afraid of working too much, but what about Beckham?


    She temporarily put Beckham in the nursery and had to pick him up at 6:30 p.m. She had beente


    for so long and the teacher in the nursery had sent a message to urge her.


    Florence was burning with anxiety.


    It was easy for her not to work overtime. She was Andrew''s goddaughter, so she would be fine even


    if she skipped work, but she didn''t n to rely on the Cooper family for convenience.


    The nursery teacher called her. Florence looked at the caller ID and said to Nora, “Ms. Walker, can I


    take half an hour off? I''ll be back soon. I promise I won''t get off work until I finish my work tonight."


    This was the first time that Florence had asked for leave since she came to the headquarters. She


    hadn’t put on airs and had gotten along well with her colleagues.


    So, Nora didn''t make things difficult for Florence either, “Then hurry back."


    "Thank you, Ms. Walker."


    Picking up her bag, Florence answered the call and ran outside at the same time, “Ms. George, I''m


    sorry. I''ve been dyed. I''ll be right there..."


    She had to hurry up to pick up Beckham.


    She had to work overtime tonight anyway, so she could only bring Beckham to the office ande


    back with him together when she was done.


    Florence had just left when Nora received a call from the president''s office, “Ask Florence toe


    to the office."


    ...


    Florence hurried to the nursery. The children from the nursery had been picked up, leaving


    Beckham alone.


    The nursery was quiet. Beckham sat on the swing alone with his head lowered and his short legs


    dangling. The orange light shone on Beckham, giving off a faint glow and making him look even


    more lonely.


    When Florence saw this scene, she felt as if something had stabbed her heart.


    "Beck," Florence shouted.


    Beckham raised his head and looked at Florence. He jumped off the swing and ran toward


    Florence. He put his arms around Florence''s leg and suddenly burst into tears, “Boohoo, I thought


    you didn’t need me anymore. Don''t leave me, sis. I’m very obedient..."


    Beck''s crying made Florence heartbroken. She hugged Beckham and gentlyforted him, “Don''t


    cry, Beck. It''s all my fault. Why don’t I need you? I worked overtime today, so I camete."


    Florence med herself so much. Beckham was an orphan. He didn''t feel safe and was afraid of


    being abandoned. This was natural. She should have thought of this.


    Beckham sobbed, “Really, sis, didn''t you lie to me?"


    "My Beck is so cute, of course, I won''t lie to you." Florence rubbed Beckham''s head, “Don''t cry. You


    will not look cute anymore if you keep crying."


    "I''m not crying. Humph." Beckham snorted and turned around to wipe his tears.


    Florence was amused.


    "Ms. Scott." Ms. George walked over and said, “If you''re busy next time, you can tell me in advance


    so that Beck won''t be so worried. This child is much more sensitive than other children."


    "Thank you, Ms. George. I’ve troubled you a lot today." Florence thanked her.


    Florence only had half an hour''s leave, so she had to hurry back to the office.


    After taking a taxi, Florence brought Beckham back to thepany and realized that her


    colleagues had all left.


    Had they gotten off work?


    Just as Florence was thinking this, Nora suddenly appeared behind her, “Florence, take this


    document to the president''s office. Mr. Logan has designated you to take it to him."


    Designate her?


    Did Alexander know that she worked in hispany?


    It seemed that she still couldn''t escape from him.


    She ran away from their wedding and went to work in hispanyter. Could it be that he was


    going to seek revenge?


    "Yes, Ms. Walker." Florence asked, “Ms. Walker, where are the others?"


    "They’ve gotten off work." Nora said, “You can also leave after you deliver the documents."


    "Didn''t you say that we have to work overtime? I still have a lot of work on my desk."


    "There''s no rush. Ms. Ashton said that there''s no rush." Nora noticed Beckham and eximed,


    “What a beautiful child. Florence, is he your child?"


    Florence and Beckham were in an adoptive rtionship, but it couldn''t be said that he was her son


    or her foster son. Just as she was in a dilemma, Beckham spoke in an innocent voice, “Sis, I''m


    hungry."


    "I still have some snacks here. You can eat them first. After finishing my work, I''ll take you to have a


    meal." Florence took out some bread and fruit from her drawer.


    "It''s your brother. No wonder he somehow looks like you." Nora smiled and said, “Florence, hurry up


    and deliver the documents. Get off work early. I should go back home too."


    "Okay. Goodbye, Ms. Walker."


    With Nora''s leave, there were only Florence and Beckham in this hugepany.


    "Beck, wait for me here. I''ll be back in a moment."


    "Okay." Beckham obediently sat on the chair.


    Florence relievedly went to deliver the documents.


    It was almost eight o''clock, and Alexander hadn''t left yet.


    This was Florence''s first time toe to the president''s office. She stood at the door and knocked


    on the door, but there was no movement inside.


    Florence opened the door suspiciously. The huge office was empty.


    Suddenly, she heard the sound of running water in the lounge inside the office.


    No way...


    Could it be that Mr. Logan was inside...taking a bath?


    Florence was going to put down the documents and leave when the door of the lounge was


    suddenly pulled open. Alexander was standing at the door with a bath towel around his waist.


    Florence turned around subconsciously. When she saw the person standing at the door, she was


    almost scared out of her mind.


    This time, she was not scared by the scar on Alexander''s face, but by this scene.


    Just now, she felt as if she had seen Alexander in the rented room. Her ex-boyfriend Alexander,


    who was an Uber driver, seemed to be coincidental with Alexander, the man who was in charge of


    the Logan family.


    If it weren''t for the hideous scars on Alexander''s face, she would have thought that the man in front


    of her was her ex-boyfriend.


    He was her ex-boyfriend because they had separated.


    Florence quickly lowered her head, “Mr… Mr. Logan, I''ve already delivered the documents."


    "Okay."


    It was a simple reply. His voice was low and attractive. It was also deep and extremely nice.


    Alexander strode toward Florence.


    Florence smelled the fragrance of the shower gel from Alexander''s body and it became more and


    more intense. She suddenly became nervous.


    Alexander was getting closer and closer to her. One step, two steps...


    Then, he forced her into a corner.


    "Are you very nervous?"


    "No, no." Florence stared at the other ce, not daring to look at Alexander.


    Alexander smiled coldly, “You ran away from our wedding but went to work in mypany. Ms.


    Scott, are you trying to y cat and mouse with me?"


    "Mr. Logan, you misunderstood me. I just want to work." Florence exined patiently, “I really don''t


    have any thoughts about you."


    Alexander stared at Florence and pondered for a while, “Why?"


    "Huh?"


    Florence did not understand what Alexander was asking.


    Why?


    In fact, Alexander himself didn''t know what he meant. He wanted to ask why Florence chose to


    break up with him.


    Why did she deceive him?


    And why didn''t she go to the hospital to see him?


    He also wanted to ask why she was so heartless.


    Alexander suddenlyughed at himself. “Ms. Scot, you’re really unbridled."


    When she chose to break up, she immediately cut off her rtionship with him.


    Alexander felt as if his chest was stuffed with cotton. It was blocked and his chest felt very tight.


    "What?" Florence felt that Alexander''s words were inexplicable and strange.


    Alexander had a sense of powerlessness as if he had just punched on the cotton.


    Since Florence could immediately be his girlfriend right after kicking Thomas into the water,


    how could he expect Florence to be reluctant to leave him?


    Alexander frowned, “Florence, have you ever truly loved someone?"


    Florence was confused when asked like this.


    However, she still subconsciously thought about this question.


    When she was with Thomas, she was serious. When she was with Alexander, she also tried to love


    him. And she thought perhaps the two of them would have a future.


    But...


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    "Mr. Logan, I..."


    Before Florence could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a childish voice.


    "Sis, I want to pee."