Chapter 30: Chance Is Always for One of Us


    After a moment of hesitation, Florence forced out a smile and gave a standard reply. “As one of the


    employees of thepany, I certainly care about your health at all times like anybody else.


    The standing crowd all stared at her with mixed expressions. Although they had no idea of what her


    purpose was, it was obvious she would fail to deliver her food to him. Ernest did not even glimpse at


    the delicacies made by famous chefs which were delivered by his assistant Timothy, not to mention the


    regr food Florence bought from the canteen.


    Ernest looked straight at Florence and did not seem to be satisfied of her answer, but it had lightened


    his mood. He closed the folder in his hand and said to the crowd before him, “You can leave now.”


    Everyone was dumbfounded and in disbelief. The president actually released them like that? And he


    really wanted to eat the food bought by Florence? Although they were filled with shock and confusion,


    they did not dare to stay any longer and they left the horrifying office at the greatest speed possible.


    Florence was astute enough that she quickly carried the lunchbox and walked to the dining table,


    opened the lunchbox and put it nicely on top. She also pulled the chair out. “Please have a seat, sir.”


    Ernest’s look towards Florence was full of an urge to inquire, but he still strode there and sat down.


    Florence stood at the side and looked at him full of hope. “These are all my favorite dishes and they


    taste good. Do have a try to see if they match your taste.”


    Ernest stared at the dishes in the lunchbox with a thoughtful look. Her favorites? He then took the


    chopsticks to pick the food. Although whaty before him was just some ordinary meal, he still


    appeared as if he was having a high ss meal elegantly with his noble temperament. Timothy stood


    beside him like an immobilized tree and the shock seen on his face could not be hidden. Ernest used to


    be picky in eating and he would not eat anything that was not from the top chefs he requested. When


    had he ever eaten such an inferior meal that was cooked by ordinary people?


    Florence was slightly nervous when she saw Ernest eating every dish in the lunchbox. She then asked,


    “How is it?”


    “Not bad.” Ernestmented generously. He also noticed the appearance of Florence’s smile at the


    same time.


    Timothy feltshed out when he heard his words. The top special chefs in the country had never


    received a positivement from Ernest, even once. Could it be it was not the food, but the person


    giving the food? Timothy nced at the delicacies on the food cart with his heart ached. He walked


    towards it silently, covered it with a white cloth and pushed it out.


    As Ernest was having his meal, Florence resembled a waitress by standing beside him. She quickly


    poured a ss of water and handed it to him when he finished his meal. “Have some water, sir.” An


    indiscernible smile shed across Ernest’s face when he saw her being obliging. He took the water


    ss and spoke ndly, “What do you want? Spill the bean.”


    Florence felt slightly embarrassed. As expected, Ernest was sharp-witted enough to tell she had


    something in mind. Without hesitating anymore, she took over the documents she had prepared earlier


    and handed them to him. “These are all my past year work. I didn’t have a chance to publish them, but I


    believe my design skill is still good.” She paused and braced herself to continue, “Therefore, I hope you


    can give me a chance to let me participate in the Ovi Fashion Design Contest this time.”


    Ernest was not surprised, as if he had already known her purpose. He took over her documents and


    browsed them while flipping them with amazement in his eyes. The designs were clearly drawn in a


    casual way by her back then and they were not in a proper format, but the strong spirit from the


    drawings was hard to be concealed. There were even several artworks that could be sold as best-


    sellers. She was a genius in designing and she only needed a chance to amaze everyone.


    Florence clenched her fists anxiously and looked at Ernest with uneasiness. She wanted to discern


    something out from his expression but he was expressionless as usual and looked unpredictable.


    Seeing him not speaking a word at length, she hesitated and asked cautiously, “Is it okay? Sir.” Ernest


    closed the folder and looked at her with an uncanny look. “You want to pull the string?”


    Florence choked. Even if it was true, she hoped he would not say it that straightforwardly. After a


    moment of hesitation, she finally decided to abandon her principles. “Please give me a chance, by


    seeing our rtionship. I’ll definitely get the best result and make ourpany proud.”


    “What kind of rtionship do we have?” Ernest gazed at her with a profound look.


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    What rtionship? She pondered and realized she did not actually have any real rtionship with him


    that could help her pull the string. She hesitated and decided to tter him. “We’ve known each other


    for so long, so I guess we’re considered friends?”


    Ernest was obviously not satisfied. “I’m not interested to be your friend.”


    Florence went speechless. He was hard to be ttered as expected. She was so despondent that she


    decided to give all out. “Then maybe seeing me as your fiancée? Please give me a chance.” It was the


    first time she took the initiative to admit the identity. A light smile broke upon Ernest’s lips and he


    spoke, “Sure.”


    Florence was startled and she could not believe her ears. Had he actually agreed? Ernest seemed to


    have a fine mood looking at her dumbfounded look. “We always need to save chance for those one of


    us, right? My fiancée.” The words he said seemed to have another hidden meaning. Those belonged to


    one of us? Florence’s heart inevitably leapt. She bit her lip and said, “Thank you.”


    “Just like that?”


    Having realized her not being sincere enough, she added, “I’ll treat you a meal.” There she went again.


    She had also mentioned wanting to treat him meal when he saved her from the toilet during midnight


    last time.


    Ernest spoke with doubt, “You still owe me once.”


    Florence’s face flushed due to uneasiness and she promised seriously. “I’ll definitely treat you this time.


    When are you free?”


    “Tonight.”


    Florence was startled due to the great coincidence.


    After finishing work, she walked out of the office with him and went to the underground car park through


    the lift special for president. Before even reaching the car, they saw Harold wearing a formal suit and


    was sitting on the Lamborghini car hood casually. He was slightly surprised when he saw both of them


    together and he then let out a cunning smile. “Turns out you two have been together. That’s nice, we


    can go out together.”


    Feeling baffled, Florence turned to Ernest and asked, “You’ve got n?”


    “No,” Ernest replied with an expressionless face and seeing through Harold, he walked straight to the


    car door. “Just ignore him.” Harold panicked when he heard that and he immediately blocked his way.


    “Ernest, you have to help me, you have to go to the banquet tonight no matter how.”


    “I’m busy.” Ernest rejected coldly.


    Harold felt his head ached as nothing would change Ernest’s mind whenever he made a decision. Yet


    he would be doomed if Ernest did not attend tonight. He hesitated and with his eyes falling onto


    Florence with strong desire, he immediately walked towards her.