Chapter 289: Ernest Came to Find Florence


    Ernest didn’t reply them. He stood to his feet with a cold face and headed towards the outside.


    He didn’t feel good in this room because he felt it stuffy and oppressed.


    “Ernest, where’re you going?”


    When seeing Ernest walking out of the room without saying anything, Harold hurriedly asked him. But


    Ernest was so indifferent and he ignored him again.


    Harold couldn’t help but shake his head, “Tsk, what a temper.”


    Anthony knitted his brows, “He left by himself. Did you call Timothy to pick him up?”


    “I’ve already called him since I knew that Ernest would leave abruptly because he was not in a good


    mood.”


    Harold shrugged his shoulders andy back to the sofa. He was so curious about what had happened


    between Ernest and Florence.


    Mr. Hawkins, who had always beenposed and elegant, was so annoyed that he even threw a


    temper.


    Ernest walked out of the club with coldness written all over his face. Timothy drove a Lamborghini here


    and stopped in front of him.


    “Sir, please.” Timothy got off the car and then opened the door for Ernest.


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    Ernest took a nce at him. He didn’t say anything and got on the car. He didn’t care why Timothy was


    here after getting off his work.


    Timothy stole a nce at Ernest, who was sitting on the back seat with a cold face and a smell of


    alcohol, feeling a bit confused.


    Nothing went wrong when he got off his work. Why did Mr. Hawkins go out to buy drink aftering


    back home?


    Although he was bewildered, he didn’t dare to ask Ernest about this. He stepped on the elerator


    and headed towards Ernest’s vi.


    The car was prevailed by an oppressed ambience all the way.


    Ernest still looked noble, but he was exuding an extremely cold aura.


    Hence, Timothy was nervous when he was driving the car.


    It was a great torture to him even if the trip simply took twenty minutes.


    When the car stopped in front of the vi, Timothy got off the car and gingerly opened the door, “Mr.


    Hawkins, we’ve arrived.”


    He said carefully because he was afraid that he would anger Ernest unknowingly.


    Ernest replied with an indifferent nasal sound. When he was about to get off the car, he looked out of


    the window and found that they were in Senna International Vi Community.


    He forgot to tell Timothy that he would note back to this vi just now.


    This was not his rigorous style of dealing with things.


    Looking at the vi and thinking of the woman inside, Ernest became more fretful.


    He had never been so annoyed by anything or any person!


    Ernest’s expressions turned gloomier when he thought of this. He pressed his thin lips together and


    then ordered, “Go to the hotel.”


    Timothy was stunned. Why didn’t Mr. Hawkinse back to the vi? But Miss Fraser was living there.


    How came that…


    Could this because of Miss Fraser?


    Although Timothy had many question in mind, he didn’t dare to say them out. Timothy reverently closed


    the door and then got on the car again. He started the car and was ready to leave.


    “Never mind. I will get off here.” Right at this moment, a cold voice sounded from the back seat.


    Timothy was confused by the sudden change of Ernest’s mind.


    Oh my dear Mr. Hawkins, what was wrong with you?


    Originally, Ernest didn’t intend toe into the vi, after all, he said to Florence that he would move


    out before. Moreover, he didn’t want to see her at present.


    But his mind was upied by a thought and he didn’t want to leave like this.


    This shouldn’t be the way for them to get along with each other.


    With such a thought in his mind, Ernest opened the door and walked into the house.


    The moment he stepped into the house, he knitted his ck brows tightly.


    There were only several pairs of men’s leather shoes on the shoe rack in the hallway and the women’s


    shoes that were originally ced on the shoe rack all disappeared.


    Ernest looked over and found that the bags that were originally hung on the wall hanging also


    disappeared.


    He knitted his brows and changed into a pair of slippers and then headed towards upstairs.


    The door was not closed and the room was dark.


    Ernest walked into the bedroom and turned on the light, only to find an empty bedroom.


    Where was Florence?


    The dressing table, which was originally perched with skin care products, was empty and clean.


    Ernest then walked into the cloakroom and the bathroom, only to find the same scene.


    All the things of that woman had been taken away.


    Ernest finally realized that Florence still chose to move out of his house after his leaving.


    Moreover, she took away all of her belongings.


    Did she resist being with him so much?


    Ernest felt a gush of anger burning in his chest and it was rushing upwards.


    He produced his phone and unlocked the screen and then called Florence.


    “Sorry, the number you dialed is power off, please try itter.” The official reminder of the customer


    service sounded from the phone.


    “Holy shit!” Ernest couldn’t help but curse. He then made a phone call to Timothy.


    “Mr. Hawkins.” Timothy’s nervous voice sounded from the other end of the phone.


    As a matter of fact, Timothy hadn’t left themunity. After all, his boss Ernest was in a terribly poor


    mood tonight and Timothy thought that he had to wait for his order here.


    It looked like that he had made a wise decision.


    Ernest didn’t beat around the bush and gave a concise order, “Find out Florence’s whereabouts in five


    minutes.”


    Miss Fraser was not in the vi?


    Timothy was stunned again. He simply came back to have a sleep after getting off work, but it seemed


    like a big event had happened?


    He didn’t dare to waste a single minute and replied respectfully, “Roger, sir.”


    After hanging up the call, he immediately called his man. He had a hunch that if he failed to find out


    Florence’s whereabouts or exceeded the time limit, Ernest would give him a tough punishment.


    Ernest ended the call and walked downstairs.


    When seeing that the car was still parked at the entrance, he walked over, opened the door and got on


    the car.


    It was only a minute after he gave the order, but he now asked in a cold voice, “Have you found it out?”


    His tone of voice was icy cold.


    Timothy shivered and replied nervously, “Soon.”


    He felt a gush of tremendous grievance in his heart.


    He gave him a time limit of five minutes, but only one minute had passed, he asked him for the result.


    Coldness was written all over on Ernest’s face and he didn’t say anything again. However, his aura was


    horribly cold.


    Timothy held his phone tightly and began to tremble. He kept praying that he could get the news of


    Florence as soon as possible.


    He really felt breathless.


    “You haven’t got the result?” Ernest’s cold and stern voice sounded.


    Timothy felt being clutched by a gush of coldness on his back. He didn’t dare to reply, but he had to.


    Timothy nodded his head.


    Ernest’s face became more hideous. He scolded, “A group of useless men! You guys are getting more


    and more inefficient! What’s the necessity for me to employ you?”


    He gave them a time limit of five minutes, but did it mean that they had to give him the result after five


    minutes?


    Timothy almost shed tears. Luckily, right at this moment, he received a message from his men.


    It was like a magical medicine for him. He immediately reported to Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, my men found


    out that Miss Fraser is now living in Miss Jenkins’ home.”


    Ernest’s expression became gloomier when he heard the words.


    It waste in night, but she still refused to stay in his home and chose toe to Phoebe’s home.


    “Go there.” Ernest gave the order in a cold voice.


    “Okay.” Timothy immediately started the car and drove it in the highest speed towards the address of


    the message.


    …


    After arriving at Phoebe’s home, Florence put away her luggage and took out her pajamas. She then


    had a shower.


    Phoebe didn’t ask her any question because she knew that Florence was in a bad mood now. Shey


    on the sofa yed with a tablet PC.


    But apparently, she was absent-minded.


    Although she felt delighted to live with Florence because they could have chitchats about clothes, skin


    care products and hunks, but she didn’t wish it to happen under such a circumstance.


    If Florence really broke up with Ernest, she would be so upset now.


    Phoebe felt distressed for Florence.


    Oh gosh, she was really worried.


    “Knock, knock.”


    Right at this moment, someone seemed to be knocking at the door.


    Phoebe frowned and guessed who woulde to find herte at night, yet in the end, she couldn’t find


    a suspect.


    Could it be that the one outside had some bad intentions?


    Phoebe put down her tablet PC and walked towards the door carefully. She walked on tiptoe and


    looked out of the door through the peephole.


    She was freaked out when she saw the man outside.


    The one knocking at the door was Ernest!