Chapter 590: Florence, I Love You
Florence was happy and wanted to cry at the same time. It had been so long since she had hugged
and kissed Ernest like this.
They had both encountered too many thrills and chills during this period, nearly parting with life and
death.
The hug now was precious.
Florence reached out instinctively along Ernest’s waist, hugging him tightly.
Tears slid down her face as she responded to him.
Ernest kissed her cheek along the traces of her tears, kissing them away little by little.
His kiss was gentle and yet deadly.
His voice was low and earnest, just like having a vow.
“Florence, we will never be apart again.”
They would never leave each other for the rest of their lives.
The fountain behind him spurted up high with a swish and then scattered down.
The shape of the water flowing was actually a heart shape from the perspective of Florence!
She stared in amazement and her eyes blurred with tears, feeling surprised.
Needless to say, this must have been arranged by Ernest too.
She smiled happily, “This is so-called that even the fountain is in the shape of loving you, right?”
Ernest was gazing faintly at Florence, replying to her with an ‘umm’.
Florence was just joking, but she didn’t expect that he would admit it so openly.
She was a little taken by surprise, looking at him dumbly with a red face.
Ernest was solemn as he said, “Florence, I love you.”
Florence was dumbfounded and baffled.
She looked at him in a daze, feeling so surprised that she couldn’t believe her ears.
Did Ernest just say, ‘I love you?’
He said, ‘I love you!’
These three words that throbbed in her heart made Florence even stop thinking.
She just knew that she really loved him so much too.
…
In Murtha City, Stanford led a group of people into a hair salon in an aggressive manner.
Everyone in the hair salon, which had been busy with business, stopped moving and looked at the
people who suddenly barged in with surprise.
What were they doing, being so mad?
At the same time, some women whispered in amazement, “The man in the lead is so handsome.”
The manager was an obese middle-aged man, quickly reacted after being shocked by Stanford and his
men. He immediately greeted them with a smile.
He said, “Are you guys here to have a hair wash or haircut?”
Stanford gazed icily at him.
He said in a stern voice, “Where’s Phoebe?”
“Huh? Phoebe?”
The manager thought for a moment and hastily replied with a smile, “We don’t have anyone called
Phoebe here. I wonder if it’s any customer named Phoebe? Can you pleasee out?”
As the manager said, he raised his voice and shouted a few times to the people in the shop.
However, the people looked at each other, and nobody came out.
Stanford was grim-faced.
The manager was panicked and hurriedly added, “You’ve seen it. We really don’t have anyone called
Phoebe here. Did you find the wrong ce?”
Stanford had a grim face and full of ruthless.
He ordered without any patience, “Search it!”
As he just said, the bodyguards behind him immediately scattered and headed towards the corridor
inside the hair salon.
The manager turned pale with fear seeing this.
He hurriedly went over to stop them, “We really don’t have anyone called Phoebe here. You must have
found the wrong ce. Behind me is a private ce. You can’t just barge in on ount of the
numerous people of yours. I’ll have to call the police then.”
Stanford frowned impatiently, “He’s so noisy. Gag him.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
Addison looked at the manager sympathetically. Stanford hadn’t found Phoebe yet for the past two
days, and he was in a nasty mood.
Anyone who dared to mess up with him would simply be ying with fire.
Stanford didn’t even look at the manager again. Instead, his face was gloomy as he strode towards the
corridor fiercely as if he was here to kill someone.
The customers and hairdressers outside were shivering with fear at the sight of such a scene.
And within two minutes, there were screams of frightened men and women from inside the corridor.
The screams sounded one after another.
And some curses came out too.
“Who the hell are you? Get out!”
“Stop looking! Stop it!”
However, what responded to them was the bouncers’ rude fists.
The back of the corridor was in chaos for more than ten minutes.
Only then did Stanford walk out from the back of the corridor with a gloomier face.
Addison immediately walked over to him and asked with concern, “Young master, have you found Miss
Jenkins?”
Stanford rolled his eyes at him. What nonsense was he asking? If he had found her, would he still
come out alone?
Stanford didn’t bother with Addison as he took out a photo from his suit bag and walked right up to the
manager.
He looked at the manager from above and put the photo right in front of his face.
He questioned in a cold voice, “Where is she?”
On the photo was a screenshot of a surveince video. It was a blurry photo, but a woman who looked
like Phoebe still could be seen walking out of this hair salon.
The manager looked at the photo carefully and immediately shook his head.
“Ooooo…”
Stanford frowned impatiently and red icily at Addison.
“Why don’t you open his mouth yet?”
Addison trembled, feeling aggrieved. It was the young master who let him gag the manager!
Stanford’s order changed so fast. How could Addison have time to guess it?
Addison felt miserable inside, but he moved quickly and went over to the manager to tear the tape off
his mouth.
As soon as it was torn off, the manager immediately yelled and cursed, “You guys are breaking and
entering, destroying my properties. I want to call the police! I want to call the police!”
“Bang!”
In response, the manager was given a merciless kick.
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Stanford looked at the manager very impatiently, waving the photo in front of his eyes, and said icily,
“Tell me where she is, or else, die.”
He threatened icily as if he would surely do it.
The manager was scared to the point of covering in a cold sweat, realizing that he had met a ruthless
man.
He didn’t dare to hesitate any longer, and he immediately said, “She’s ady from our hair salon. She
was just entertaining customers back there.”
“I just went in to see for myself. It wasn’t her.”
Stanford looked indifferent, and he already had the intention to strike.
The manager was shaking with fear and said in a hurry, “It’s her. It’s really her! Her name is not
Phoebe. It’s Lisa. If you don’t trust me, I’ll ask her toe out right away. Lisa, Lisa,e out!”
Lisa?
Stanford’s eyebrows knitted together.
He ordered, “Bring her out.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
The bodyguard answered and walked inside. After a while, he lifted an undressed woman out from
inside.
The woman was obviously terrified, cowering on the ground, not even daring to lift her head.