Chapter 76: This Engagement Can’t Be Terminated


    Florence took her seat and started to taste those dishes like normal. However, what was different this


    time was that she would scribble something in her notebook after getting a taste of each dish.


    Ernest gaped at her with doubt in his eyes, “What are you writing there?”


    “You’ll know in a minute.”


    Florence was very meticulous this time when she tasted each dishes. After each mouthful, she had this


    look as if she reminisced on the taste for a moment before writing something down on her notebook.


    Ernest looked at her with interest and thought that she was fond of the dishes being served today. It


    seemed that those chefs he had hired today could be hired again next time.


    What Florence didn’t know was that the ten chefs in the kitchen was only hired for today’s asion.


    In order to let her taste different vors every time, each time she came here, the ten chefs would be


    completely different fromst time, and they were all top chefs who had great reputation in the world.


    After getting a taste of every dish, Florence waspletely stuffed. Her notebook was full of


    information too.


    She singled out all the best and most delicious dishes rapidly and ced it in front of Ernest.


    Then, she handed her notebook to him.


    “Mr. Hawkins, this is the culmination of my experience during this period of tasting dishes for you.


    Although the dishes were different every time, there is a pattern in terms of your liking and the taste.


    ording to my conclusion I’ve written her, the chefs would be able to cook dishes you will surely love


    every time.”


    Ernest scanned the writing in the notebook and thought that her writing was immacte and the


    contents were logical and fine. It seemed that she had put a lot of efforts into this.


    However…


    Ernest didn’t have a good expression on his face, “What do you mean by giving this to me?”


    Florence was a little flustered, being stared at by him. She gnashed her teeth as she exined


    seriously, “There are only a few days left until the end of our agreement. I won’t be able to taste any


    dishes for you after that, so I’ve written a summary of my experience. That way, you will be able to


    enjoy dishes you love without me testing them for you first.”


    Florence was really doing this for Ernest’s sake, but in his ears, it sounded like something rude and


    offensive. Ernest’s face became gradually darkened.


    He watched her with menacing eyes, and there was a mild anger seeping from within.


    Was she already starting to n for what would happen after the end of their engagement?


    As she watched Ernest’s unhappy expression, Florence was a little dumbfounded. Was it because she


    had written this down in the spur of the moment, and he was thinking of it as her being too careless and


    thoughtless?


    After hesitating slightly, Florence continued earnestly, “We still have one more week. In theing


    days, I will seriously taste the dishes ande up with a serious conclusion. Mr. Hawkins, you can be


    rest assured. The data will be more thanplete the next time around.”


    Ernest stared at Florence with a icy cold gaze, and it sounded like he was forcing himself to speak


    these words, “Get out.”


    If she continued to stand in front of him, he wouldn’t know what he would do to her.


    ...


    At night, in the Serendipity Club…


    In a VIP suite, countless expensive wines were arranged on the table. There were a few young masters


    seated on the nearby sofas.


    Ernest was the one standing out the most among them.


    No matter what he did, there was no hiding the fact that he was the most handsome and exuded the


    most impressive and elegant aura.


    He sat on a sofa expressionlessly, and he was swirling a ss of red win in his hand before gulping


    down the contents in one go. Then, he poured himself another ss.


    A few bottles of wine had been emptied and there were lying by his pale-white hands.


    Harold was seated next to him, and after examining Ernest, he poked Anthony who was by his side.


    “Don’t you think that there is something wrong with Ernest? He seems to be in a bad mood.”


    “He doesn’t just seem like it, he is actually in a bad mood.”


    Anthony nced at Harold meaningfully, “Why not you gofort him a little?”


    Harold immediately felt a chill running down his spine, “Why don’t you go in my ce?”


    Whenever Ernest was in such a bad mood, whoever that attempted to confront him would be ground


    into dust.


    Anthony answered with a straight face, “After all, you are still his nephew.”


    Harold couldn’t produce any response but he secretly mused that they were still friends if they weren’t


    considering their status in the family.


    Just as Harold was still contemting on his decision to give some words of concern to Ernest, Ernest


    suddenly shot his gaze in their direction.


    “Come here. I have something I want to ask you.”


    Harold felt his body tense up as he felt even more reluctant to go over there.


    However, when heid eyes on Ernest’s impatient expression, he immediately gave in. He shoved


    Anthony in his direction while they both took their seat next to Ernest on the sofa.


    Ernest had drunk quite some alcohol, and there was a vague color on his face at the moment.


    However, he still sounded sharp as ever.


    He asked in a low voice, “Am I handsome?”


    Both Harold and Anthony were at a loss for words for a moment.


    They both exchanged a nce and felt a weird chill running down their spine. It seemed true that there


    was something seriously wrong about Ernest.


    “You’re especially handsome.” Harold answered truthfully.


    Ernest the followed up with another question, “Am I likeable in a female’s eyes?”


    “Of course. If we are talking about City N, the number of female who liked you could surround the


    borders of City N and formed a line one hundred times over.” Harold nodded.


    Ernest looked like he didn’t like this answer a lot. He wrinkled his eyebrows and a cold, menacing aura


    was exuded by him.


    In this huge suite, it suddenly felt narrow and dangerous.


    Harold had a confused and innocent look on his face. Did he say something wrongly?


    He tugged at Anthony’s shirt as he sought help from him. It was as if he was handing over the baton to


    make the situation better.


    Anthony was speechless as he looked at Ernest and asked with caution, “Ernest, did you have a fight


    with Ms. Fraser?”


    Seeing that there was something odd about Ernest’s expression, he added, “Today, she saw the


    famous model, James, and she was eager to make him her model. However, upon the mention of


    getting your permission, she suddenly stopped going through with her suggestion.”


    Ernest’s expression darkened a few shades as he affirmed that this woman was really trying to avoid


    her.


    He took a sip from his red wine as he replied, “In a week, our engagement woulde to an end. She


    is merely preparing for the moment she can leave me.”


    She is distancing herself from him and avoiding him, not to mentionpiling a list of dishes for him.


    The only reason she had done so much was to leave without looking back after severing their bond as


    the thirty-day time limit was up.


    She was really heartless about this.


    Harold suddenly came to a realization, “Ms. Fraser must have really thought that you are faking an


    engagement with her. From her perspective, it seems like what she is doing is reasonable…”


    Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Ernest’s gaze which was turning


    frosty. He couldn’t help but swallow his remaining words.


    He felt very indignant although he was not wrong.


    Anthony cast a nce at Harold and thought that Harold was only making the situation worse, seeing


    that Ernest was already in a foul mood.


    In the past month, Ernest was doing his best to imprint on Florence an impression. He was trying to


    capture her heart wordlessly, yet as the time limit approached, not only did he fail to achieve anything,


    Florence was swinging in full motion in her preparation to terminate their engagement…


    When their contract ended, it would be more than difficult to marry Florence again.


    “Of course you can’t end your engagement with her. At the very least, you must make Ms. Fraser your


    fiancée for a long time.”


    “Then things should be easy.” Harold chuckled, “You should just sleep with her and insist on holding


    responsibility over her. Naturally, you guys would end up together.”


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    Ernest red at Harold coldly.


    Harold made a swallowing gesture before adding, “Or else, you can let her be responsible for you.”


    Ernest’s temple throbbed as he took another big mouthful of wine. Why did he throw himself in a huge


    dilemma and broached this topic in front of them? He felt eve worse now.


    What he had done that night had caused Florence to hate “him” so much. If he were to do it again, who


    knew how far Florence would distant herself from him.


    Anthony’s body tilted forward a little and blocked Harold who was giving stupid suggestions.


    He said, “I do have some idea. You have one more week, and while Ms. Fraser is trying to prepare


    herself to leave you, you should put a stop to that and drag it as long as you want.”


    Ernest’s movements stopped in mid-air as he raised his eyebrows.


    This felt like a great idea.