Chapter 357: Out of Sight, Out of Mind


    Stanford nced through the room quickly, only to find that Florence didn’t want to take along a lot of


    things with her.


    Only she knew why she wouldn’t take them with her.


    Instead of asking, Stanford smiled. He took the initiative to take over the suitcase in Florence’s hands


    and then pulled it downstairs.


    There was a luxurious car parking outside his vi quite long ago.


    Collin was sitting in the car with both hands on the window. He waved at Florence when seeing her.


    “Flory, I’ll fly you to Europe!”


    Stanford red at him disdainfully. “Shut up! It’s not your turn yet.”


    Collin curled his lips. Stanford had gone too far. Without Collin, they probably hadn’t found Florence


    yet.


    What Stanford was doing was to kick down thedder.


    However, Stanford didn’t feel guilty at all. He helped Florence sit in the passenger’s seat, far away from


    Collin.


    Collin felt so upset. Obviously, Stanford was showing off that he had a younger sister, wasn’t he?


    Florence didn’t care much about how those two men teased each other. She turned around and looked


    at the vi that was farther and farther away. She knew clearly that she had set off on the new journey.


    After she left, probably she wouldn’te back forever.


    ‘Farewell, City N,’ her inner voice said.


    --


    In the CEO’s office, the Hawkins Group.


    “Knock. Knock. Knock.”


    Suddenly there were some knocks on the door of the quiet office.


    Ernest was reading documents. Without raising his head, he said, “Enter.”


    The ss door was open. Timothy walked into the office. He looked quite hesitant and uneasy.


    Walking to the desk and stopped, he said gingerly, “Mr. Hawkins, I have something to report.”


    “Go ahead,” Ernest uttered two words without looking up at him at all.


    Timothy rubbed his hands awkwardly. After hesitating for a while, he seemed to finally pluck up his


    courage again.


    “Mr. Hawkins, Ms. Fraser is...”


    “If you want to tell me about her, you can get out now,” Ernest interrupted his unfinished words coldly.


    The pressure in the office went down again.


    Timothy stiffed. Obviously, he could feel a chill rising from his soles. He had been working with Ernest


    for so many years. He knew it clearly that he would survive only if he shut up now. Otherwise, he would


    end up quite miserably.


    However, Mrs. Hawkins just called him in person, asking him to pass her message to Ernest.


    Timothy dared not to disobey her orders.


    Besides, he believed what he was going to say was quite important to Mr. Hawkins as well.


    Timothy encouraged himself inwardly for a while.


    Then he continued, “Please excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. I must finish my words -- Ms. Fraser’s flight will


    take off at two o’clock in the afternoon. She’s leaving in a few hours. After she’s left, we don’t know


    when she wille back.


    “She is now unattached to City N, so probably she would nevere back again.


    “I know you love her. You can’t just sit there and watch her leave. It’ll be the regret in your whole life.


    Mr. Hawkins, I believe you still should fight for it,” Timothy nerved himself and spoke all the words in


    one breath without a stop.


    Otherwise, he didn’t have the guts to finish them all.


    After finishing his words, Timothy nced at the man behind the desk with a sense of guilt and panic,


    only to find Ernest creased his good-looking brows slightly. He looked terribly enraged.


    The pen in his hands snapped into two.


    The pressure in the office kept dropping.


    His thin lips parted slightly. In a frozen voice, he said, “If you talk nonsense again, you’ll be so fired.”


    Timothy trembled, pressing his lips tightly.


    However, he still wanted to ask if Ernest wanted to go after Ms. Fraser at this critical moment. Mr.


    Hawkins should act as soon as possible. Or, he would be sote.


    However, Ernest didn’t look like that he would go after Ms. Fraser, which disappointed Timothy a lot.


    Ernest tossed the snapped pen away expressionlessly. Then he picked up another one and continued


    to sign on the documents.


    He acted smoothly and turned pages fast, looking exactly the same as usual. He wasn’t influenced by


    Florence’s matter at all.


    Since Timothy had finished passing Georgia’s message, he could only leave the office in silence


    helplessly.


    The office quieted down again.


    Only the sound of writing on the paper was heard.


    “Pat.”


    With a light sound, a drop of ck plopped down from the pen that was busy writing. The ink drop


    stained the signature, making it blurred.


    Ernest was a bit taken aback. Lowering his head, he saw the carved smiling face on the pen.


    That pen was a gift from Florence.


    Since they broke up, he had put away this pen. identally, he used it again because thest pen


    snapped.


    Staring at the pen, his suppressed feelings surged again. Everything about Florence kept shing


    through his mind.


    He had a pumping pain in his heart.


    Holding the pen tightly, he was lost in thought for a long time as if the time had stopped.


    He had no patience to finish reading the documents in front of him anymore.


    He just felt annoyed and panicked.


    Checking the clock on the wall, it was almost half-past twelve.


    Her flight would take off in one and a half hours.


    Only God knew how much he wanted to ask her to stay. However, he had tried several times, but she


    kept pushing him away and distanced herself away from him again and again. No matter how much he


    had tried, he couldn’t make her stay.


    He guessed probably she was leaving with that man.


    She smiled so brightly when being with him together. Probably that was the best ce where she


    should belong.


    Ernest pressed his thin lips tightly, his eyes dimmed.


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    He closed the lid of the pend slowly and elegantly. Then he pulled a tissue to clean the ink on the pen.


    He took out the delicate gift box and put the pen in.


    The pen was like Florence -- he would keep it in the deepest position of his heart.


    With the box in his hand, he stood up and walked slowly out of his office.


    Timothy, standing at the door, saw Erneste out, and he immediately tightened his body in


    nervousness. After all, he had spoken so many offensive words just now.


    With a fawning smile, he said, “Mr. Hawkins, lunch is ready.”


    Ernest pressed his think lips without speaking. He walked directly to the elevator. However, he was


    heading downstairs to the first floor.


    Timothy looked confused. “Mr. Hawkins, where are you going?”|


    Ernest strode out and uttered a few words coldly, “Don’t follow me.”


    After finishing his words, he walked to the parked car along. He started the engine and the car roared


    away in one go.


    Timothy was standing in the underground parking lot, looking confused. Gazing in the direction where


    Ernest’s car vanished for a long while, he finally came back to his senses.


    He was dumped by Mr. Hawkins again.


    How pitiful!


    Timothy pitied himself very much and wiped off his tears. Then, he seemed to recall something.


    Since Mr. Hawkins drove away by himself, Timothy wondered if he was heading to go after Ms. Fraser.


    He believed it was highly possible...


    Ernest drove away from thepany, but he was aimless, wondering where he should go.


    A voice kept urging him in his mind, asking him to go to the airport and to meet Florence. However, this


    thought was forcibly held back by his reason.


    Florence would leave City N anyway. He wouldn’t ask her to stay or see her off.


    Out of sight, out of mind.


    Aimlessly, Ernest drove around. Then he parked in front of a vi.


    It was his vi in Senna International Vi Community.