Chapter 359: Farewell, Ernest


    “Mr... Mr. Hawkins!”


    Phoebe’s father stood up from his chair immediately, gaping at the man walking into their house in


    disbelief.


    He wondered if he had an illusion. Ernest Hawkins, the most powerful man of City N and CEO of the


    Hawkins family, hade to his house.


    “What have brought you down here, Mr. Hawkins? Please have a seat!”


    In a panic, Phoebe’s father wiped his hands on his clothes. Then he rushed to Ernest hurriedly.


    Ernest paused. He looked through Phoebe’s father and stared at Phoebe.


    He said in a deep voice, “I’m here for you.”


    Phoebe’s father paused his action to reach out to shake hands with him. He felt quite embarrassed. It


    seemed that Mr. Hawkinspletely had ignored him.


    “Phoebe, why are you standing there? Hurry up ande over.”


    “Oh. Okay.”


    Phoebe came back to her senses. She walked to Ernest and said, “Mr. Hawkins, please have a seat.


    What would you like to drink?”


    “Nothing. I just want to ask you a few questions. Please answer me honestly,” Ernest went straight to


    the point.


    Phoebe had to stand in front of him obediently as if she was an elementary student answering the


    questions from her headteacher.


    Seeing what was going on, Phoebe’s parents left the room, leaving them privacy.


    They didn’t know what questions Mr. Hawkins would ask, but they couldn’t stay there and listen to


    those questions.


    Seeing there was no one else around, Ernest asked, “What have Florence and you done in the vi of


    Senna International Vi Community?”


    Phoebe was startled for a moment. It wasn’t until now did she realize that he was asking about


    Florence’s matters. No wonder the superior Mr. Hawkins woulde to her in person.


    In a surprise, she asked, “Haven’t those things been cleaned up yet?”


    It had been a long time.


    A momentter, she thought of something. Looking at Ernest in surprise, she asked, “Mr. Hawkins,


    have you just seen the decoration in the vi?”


    Ernest’s eyes were darkened. He nodded.


    Phoebe’s mouth corners twitched. Ernest didn’t find it early. Now he had seen it, but it was already past


    one in the afternoon.


    Looking at him, she said, “Mr. Hawkins, may I ask what you want to know since you came to ask me


    about the decoration? Do you want to give me a punishment or...”


    “I want to know what Florence’s purpose was,” Ernest spoke word by word in a deep and determined


    tone, which contained the uneasy determination.


    Looking at the elegant and powerful man in front, Phoebe couldn’t help but heave a sigh.


    Usually, such a superior man as Ernest should be extremely wise and self-confident. However, after he


    had got along with Florence in the past few months, it seemed that Florence had damaged his self-


    confidence.


    Just like the matter that Florence took the quiz to confirm if she had fallen in love with Ernest. Ernest


    was also quite certain that he was the one that Florence loved. However, atst, Florence denied it


    ruthlessly.


    It hurt Ernest’s self-esteem so much that even he couldn’t confirm what Florence’s purpose was, even


    after he had seen the decoration of the love confession in his house. Instead, he came to her, an


    outsider, to confirm his thoughts.


    However, if he had known Florence’s purpose, Phoebe wondered if it would be toote for him to do


    something now.


    Checking the time on her watch, Phoebe said seriously, “Mr. Hawkins, if you do love Florence truly,


    please rush to the airport now. Probably it’s not toote.”


    Although her words didn’t answer Ernest’s question directly, they confirmed his guess.


    Thest trace of uncertainty in his heart was finally dispelled.


    It turned out that Florence indeed fell in love with him...


    His heart was filled with excitement. He turned around and walked out quickly without hesitation.


    In this case, how would he let Florence leave him?


    The only reason that he let go of her was that she didn’t love him. However, if she loved him, he


    wouldn’t let go of her at all.


    Phoebe’s parents showed up after Ernest was gone.


    Looking at the man’s rushing back, they were quite confused.


    “Phoebe, why did Mr. Hawkinse to you? Have you got into any trouble?”


    The business interest was nothing, but their daughter’s safety mattered.


    Phoebe shook her head. Holding her father’s arm, she said, “Nothing, Dad. Please don’t worry. In the


    future, we might often encounter Ernest Hawkins.”


    “Why?” Her father was still a bit nervous.


    Phoebe answered with a smile, “Because he would be my bestie’s husband soon.”


    Ernest came to her just because of the decoration in his vi. As an outsider, Phoebe knew clearer


    than Florence did -- Ernest indeed loved Florence very much.


    However, they need to figure out the misunderstandings by themselves.


    Since one of them had taken the step forward, Phoebe believed that they would soon reconcile.


    She also believed that probably she should prepare the lucky money and wedding gift for them.


    Ernest rushed out in a hurry, almost bumping into someone.


    He immediately dodged and was about to walk forward. In a hurry, that man pulled him to stop.


    “Ernest, why are you here?”


    Harold looked quite surprised, looking at Ernest in shock.


    Florence didn’t stay here, but Phoebe’s home was here. He wondered why Ernest hade out from


    Phoebe’s.


    It wasn’t until now did Ernest recognize that it was Harold.


    He said coldly, “Let go of me. I’m in a hurry.”


    “Where are you going?” Harold was confused. Then he thought of something. “Are you going to the


    airport?”


    He had just got to know that Florence was leaving City N today not long ago. That was why he came


    over to find Phoebe in a hurry, trying to see if Florence’s bestie could make her stay.


    After all, only when Florence stayed in City N could Ernest and she reconcile.


    Ernest nodded, shaking off Harold’s hand immediately. Then he strode over to his car.


    Since Ernest was heading to the airport, Harold didn’t find it necessary to discuss anything with


    Phoebe. Immediately, he sat in Ernest’s car.


    Ernest stepped on the gas, and the car roared away.


    In a hurry, Harold grabbed the handle in the car. His heart jumped into his throat. Ernest was driving the


    way too fast. How anxious he was!


    Harold was so afraid that they would have a car ident.


    He reminded Ernest carefully, “Ernest, it’s only a few minutes past one. We won’t bete.”


    After knowing everything, Ernest wished that he could have wings and appear in front of Florence right


    away.


    Harold looked at the speedy car, his face bing livid. He could only grab the handle tightly.


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    At the airport.


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    It was announced that it was time for boarding. The passengers were walking towards the shuttle


    buses at the boarding gate.


    With the air ticket in her hands, Florence was sitting in a daze. She looked quite nkly. Nobody knew


    what she was thinking about.


    Stanford was sitting next to her. He patted her on the shoulder with concern.


    “Flory, it’s time to leave.”


    Florence came back to her senses. “Oh. Sure.”


    She stood up and was about to follow the crowd to the boarding gate.


    Stanford grabbed her hand and said helplessly, “We don’t need to join the crow. We’ll go the other


    way.”


    He took Florence to the VIP passage and get on a special shuttle that sent them to the ne.


    Florence stood next to the ne. Looking at the entrance on it, she was taken aback.


    She felt cold and sad.


    She looked towards the direction where City N was. Grabbing her purse in her hands tightly, she tried


    hard to suppress the reluctance and sadness in her heart.


    Her lips apart, she said in an extremely low voice, “Farewell...” Her inner voice called the name,


    ‘Ernest.’