Chapter 356: Time to Set off


    Harold strode over, looking at Florence with a long face.


    He said jokingly and ironically, “Hi, Mrs. Hawkins. What a coincidence! Nice to see you here.”


    Florence was a bit taken aback, feeling quite surprised to see Harold.


    However, Stanford’s face was darkened. Mrs. Hawkins? What did the brat call Florence?


    He was unhappy. He asked Florence, “Is this your friend?”


    Looking at Harold, Florence couldn’t help but think of Ernest, with whom she had nothing to do with


    now. In this case, was Harold still her friend?


    Atst, she still nodded. She stood up and greeted Harold politely, “Hi Mr. Hammer, nice to see you too.


    I didn’t know you also like this ce.”


    “Of course. Otherwise, how could I meet you here? Right, Mrs. Hawkins?”


    Harold smiled, gazing at Stanford. He asked in a sharp tone, “By the way, Mrs. Hawkins, who is this?


    I’ve never met him before. Could you do an introduction between us, please?”


    Harold’s sarcasm made Stanford frown unhappily. His threatening gaze fell on Harold.


    His gaze was as cold as the arctic ice, stabbing onto Harold. Thetter felt a chill rising from his spine.


    Harold felt frightened.


    He realized that this man was emanating a strong aura.


    Harold wondered who he was.


    Florence didn’t feel their secret fight. Reaching out and holding Stanford’s hand, she made him stand


    up.


    Harold looked at their held hands, his face bing longer. All his fear immediately turned into anger


    and hostility.


    No matter how tough this man was, he was Ernest’s rival in love. Harold insisted on being against him.


    “Mrs. Hawkins, it seems you are quite close to each other.”


    Holding his arms, Harold put a wry smile on his face.


    “Yeah. We’re quite close.”


    Florence nodded. She pulled Stanford and took a step forward. “Let me introduce him to you -- he is


    Stanford Fraser, my older brother.”


    “My biological older brother,” added she immediately.


    Harold was suddenly startled. His folded hands dropped from his chest.


    He wondered if he had misheard. Florence’s biological older brother?


    It turned out that the man wasn’t her boyfriend.


    Harold realized that he had misunderstood.


    He felt so embarrassed.


    Immediately, the hostility on his face turned into a bright smile what made his face wrinkled. He wiped


    his hands several times before reaching out to shake hands with Stanford.


    “Mr. Fraser, nice to meet you. I’m Harold Hammer, Florence’s friend.”


    Stanford didn’t offer his hand, just staring at Harold coldly.


    His thin lips parted. He uttered icily cold words, “What did you call her Mrs. Hawkins?”


    His younger sister was still single and avable.


    Feeling how unhappy Stanford was, Harold wanted to wipe off the cold sweat that oozed on his


    forehead. He originally hade here for trouble, but it was the wrong way. Now he found himself in


    trouble.


    Stanford was Florence’s biological brother. Since Harold could tell how much Stanford disliked him,


    Harold wondered if he would dislike Ernest as well.


    If Ernest was disliked because of him, Harold felt that he would be doomed millions of times.


    With an awkward smile, he ingratiated, “I was... just kidding. Just kidding.”


    At this moment, Harold would rather be beaten to death by Stanford instead of turning Ernest in.


    Stanford creased his brow.


    He said in a serious tone as if he was giving an order, “From now on, don’t call her in that way.”


    “Sure. Sure. I’ll remember it, Mr. Fraser.”


    With an ingratiating smile, Harold almost kissed his ass.


    Stanford looked less annoyed.


    Florence was standing aside, lost in thought.


    In the past, Harold called her Mrs. Hawkins because of her engagement to Ernest, but now he said he


    was just kidding.


    It turned out that even in the outsiders’ opinions, she had nothing to do with Ernest any longer.


    Stanford didn’t like Harold at all. Hence, he didn’t look friendly to Harold. After drink a ss of liquid


    toasted by Harold, Stanford started to drive him away.


    “Please go ahead and enjoy yourselves. Don’t waste your time here.”


    Harold still wanted to put on good words to get closer, but he had to swallow his words back.


    Fortunately, Stanford didn’t know his rtionship with Ernest yet.


    Harold hoped that he wouldn’t vent his anger on Ernest.


    He could only pray like this.


    “Well, Mrs... Flory, I’ve got to go. Let’s hang out sometime in the future. Let’s have a drink.”


    Florence was still absent-minded. She nodded in agreement casually, “All right.”


    Harold left in a bad mood.


    Looking at the disappointed Harold, Anthony felt uneasy.


    Grabbed Harold, he asked, “What happened? Is that man truly Florence’s boyfriend?”


    Ernest had already called off his engagement with Florence, and thetter had a new boyfriend. That


    meant they couldn’t reconcile at all.


    Harold shook his head. “He’s not her boyfriend.”


    “That’s good then. He’s not her boyfriend. Why are you so down?”


    Anthony breathed a sigh of relief, looking disdainfully at Harold, who made him panicked in vain.


    Harold looked more upset. “Although he’s not her boyfriend, he’s Florence’s biological brother. And I’ve


    offended him.”


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    Anthony was speechless.


    With a sad face, Harold continued, “I’ve also made trouble for Ernest. If he knew that I’ve offended his


    future brother-inw, he would beat me to death. Anthony, you are my best friend. You must protect


    me.”


    “You deserved it,” Anthony snapped in disdain.


    Raising his head to look over at Florence, he frowned again.


    He thought for a while and said, “Suddenly Florence’s older brother showed up. I wonder if it’s a good


    or bad sign. Shall we inform Ernest about it?”


    “Let’s wait. Not now.”


    Harold immediately shook his head and wave his hands. “We’d better tell him a few dayster.


    Florence’s brother was quite angry now. If Ernest knew what I’ve done, it’s not good.”


    “You coward. Don’t you tell others you are my friend?”


    Anthony pushed away Harold in disdain, walking towards their booth.


    Harold followed him, quite unhappy. “It’s not my fault. You don’t know! Florence’s brother has such a


    strong temperament. My legs were almost weakened when I looked at him.”


    “Honestly, it’s still because you are a coward.”


    “Anthony! Shut up!”


    “Coward...”


    --


    Florence''s flight would take off at two o’clock in the afternoon, so she should arrive at the airport at


    noon.


    She started packing up her luggage in the morning.


    She had just moved in, and she didn’t have many belongings. It didn’t take her much time to finishing


    packing.


    When she was putting her clothes into the suitcase, she subconsciously looked at the box in the


    innermost closet. She was a bit stunned.


    In the box were all things from Ernest.


    She had put them in the box and ignored them in the past days, but it was still in her room. However, if


    she left City N, she had to bid them farewell forever.


    From now on, those things had nothing to do with her, and neither would Ernest.


    “Flory, have you done?”


    Stanford walked into the room from the door, only to find Florence standing in front of the closet, lost in


    thought.


    He walked over and his big palm fell on her shoulder gently. He patted her.


    “If you are reluctant to leave, we cane back often in the future.”


    “I... I’m fine.”


    Florence shook her head, forcibly suppressing her feelings.


    Since she had decided to leave, she should let it gopletely.


    She just felt a bit sad.


    “I’m done packing. It’s time to set off.”