Chapter 840 Shall We Eat Supper Together?
“Mr. Hawkins, I am not being suspicious of your abilities, I am just trying to cover all the possibilities.
What if Kieran’s wealth can even rival that of a country’s wealth? If his funds never stoping,
perhaps the Hawkins Group will notst until the end.”
The group would crumble.
It would signal a total defeat in this trade war.
Ernest smirked naturally and his tone was so nonchnt as if he was singing high praises of the
good weather today.
“No matter how much money he has, even if that amount can triumph over ten organizations as
large as the Hawkins Group, I will always be able to cover for it.”
His careless tone was like a striking lightning in Roan’s ears. He was frozen on the spot.
His eyes widened as he looked at Ernest in shock.
Ten organizations asrge as the Hawkins Group?
To be able to beat that manypanies, the amount of money needed was unthinkable and
uncountable.
Despite that, Ernest wasn’t fazed at all. If he could fork out that much money with ease, then to say
that Ernest’s wealth rival that of a nation was just an understatement.
His true ability was lurking below a tip of an iceberg.
This man was a true warrior, and a beast lurking in the shadows.
Kieran naively thought that his financial attack would work, and the Hawkins Group would suffer
defeat. At most, he was just having a delusion.
Florence looked at Ernest in confusion and asked in a low voice, “Are you trying to use the Turner
family as a back-up?”
Based on her understanding of Ernest, the Hawkins family was always backed by the Turner family.
With how rich the Turners were, the Hawkins Group was just a small peck in their palms.
Ernest smiled lightly, “Do you think that I will be so useless? That I need to borrow money from that
family?”
His tone indicated his contempt and disdain for the Turner family.
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Although he was the heir, and although those people were begging and crying for his return, he was
able to find Florence with the help of the Turner family. After that, Ernest would no longer harbor any
feelings for that family.
That family wasn’t worthy of his attention since it was a cold, cruel ce.
Florence gave it a thought and agreed with Ernest. With how aloof and arrogant he was, he would
never ask for help from the Turner family.
Therefore, where did he get so much disgusting wealth from?
Florence turned over some ideas in her mind, and her gaze suddenly became sharp. She was
burning her gaze on Ernest.
She asked seriously, “Are you hiding money from me?”
Ernest didn’t answer her immediately. How should he navigate this?
Roan was so startled that his chopsticks almost fell to the floor.
Was he simply just hiding some money? The amount would be too astounding to be called a
personal saving.
Collin leaned backzily and was chewing some food. He said nonchntly, “Flory, your partner
here has a really depthless background, much more than your imagination. Ten organizations that
are asrge as the Hawkins Group is nothing but chump change in his eyes.”
Florence’s eyes were as wide as marbles. She was utterly in disbelief.
Besides the Turner family, Ernest should only have the Hawkins family behind him. Was there
something else that she didn’t know?
Ernest pressed his lips into a line andbed Florence’s hair. He said gently, “I still have a lot of
money. You can buy whatever you want.”
After a pause, he added in a lower voice, “Or alternatively, after our marriage I will give you my
sry statement. You can then see for yourself the amount.”
Florence’s face turned red. Why did he bring up marriage? And he was proposing to let her hold on
to his sry statements.
She didn’t n to marry him because of money.
Wait, it was not like they were at the stage where marriage was in the ns yet!
Florence’s face waspletely red, and to hide her embarrassment, she buried her head into her
te. She didn’t want to talk to him anymore.
Anyhow, Ernest seemed very prepared with anything. She didn’t have to worry too much about the
Hawkins Group crumbling anytime soon.
…
Hunger.
An audible noise came from her stomach.
Phoebe got up from her bed with frustration and grabbed her stomach. She let out a helpless sigh.
Due to Stanford’s departurest night, her heart was in a mess at the moment. She didn’t eat
anything, and then the whole night she was turning and tossing, which caused hunger to attack her
right now.
Perhaps due to her bad mood, she needed to eat something to fill in the void in her body.
Therefore, Phoebe decided to get up and wore her pajamas. She went downstairs.
She scurried around in the kitchen to check the ingredients in the fridge. She decided to cook
herself some noodles.
She was mincing something and boiling water and just as she was about to dip the noodles into the
water, a low male voice came from the entrance of the kitchen.
“What are you doing?”
Phoebe jumped up in shock and the noodles in her hands fell to the floor, creating a mess.
She turned around abruptly and saw Stanford who was dressed in silk pajamas. He was standing at
the entrance.
He was looking at the contents on the floor and frowning, “Noodles?”
Phoebe stared at the ground, her body frozen in ce. She nodded awkwardly.
It was in the deep of the night. Why was Stanford here of all ces?
And he also happened to see her making supper…
Would he think that she was one greedy pig?
Stanford pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, “Do you mind making another bowl?”
Phoebe was dumbfounded and she replied, “Huh?”
Stanford’s expression was unnatural, and his voice was hoarse.
“I want to eat too.”
Phoebe was shell-shocked and her feet was glued to the floor.
She then slowly understood that Stanford wasing down to look for food too.
It made sense, since he didn’t eat anything at dinner either.
However, Phoebe’s heart was like a motor which was running messily. Was she supposed to cook
noodles for him too?
She was going to cook noodles for him…
At that single thought, Phoebe felt like it was part of a dream. She was maybe dreaming.
Stanford’s expression shifted imperceptibly as he continued to stare at her. Seeing that she didn’t
budge, he frowned again and asked in a low voice, “You’re not okay with it?”
Phoebe snapped back to reality and shook her head hastily, “No, that’s not it. Sit down, I’ll cook it
now.”
After saying that, she nervously wanted to put the noodles into the wok of water, but she then
realized that she only had an empty packet in her hand. All of the noodles had fallen to the floor.
The whole floor was a mess.
Phoebe was besieged by awkwardness and she headed out, wanting to grab a broom.
Just as her hand was touching the broom, a huge and long hand reached it first and grabbed the
back of her hand.
The two of them froze.
Phoebe raised her head and immediately met Stanford’s eyes.
As if shocked by electricity, she retracted her hands at the speed of light. Her heart was pounding
furiously.
“I’m sorry, I—I…”
It was just grabbing a broom. She didn’t do get in physical touch with him on purpose.
Stanford’s deep gaze swept past the woman’s hand, and he could still feel the lingering touch of her
soft hand.
He didn’t feel repulsed by the touch, but instead, he felt a longing towards it.
Stanford pursed his lips and said hoarsely, “Let me sweep the floor. You go cook the noodles.”
After saying that, he carried the broom to the messy floor and start sweeping.
His slightly bent body made him look especially eye-catching.
Phoebe was rooted to the floor and she couldn’te back to her senses at the moment. She
couldn’t believe that she wasn’t having a dream. The high and mighty Stanford was sweeping the
floor now?
He was wearing pajamas too, and even though he was sweeping up those noodles on the floor, he
didn’t look out of ce at all.
He even lost his usual coldness too, and this image created an illusion, as if he was suddenly
approachable.