Then, her whole existence was ground to a stop.
Besides a huge sense of disbelief, there was no other feelings.
She couldn’t believe her eyes that who she saw was Stanford. She really thought that he had simply passed by coincidentally, but she couldn’t dismiss the unusual messiness of his attire which was normally neat and immaculate. Furthermore, there were some marks of kisses on his neck too.
It seemed that he was one and the same as Phoebe, or to put it in more context, he was even worse than her.
So, the one who had bullied Phoebe last night was her own brother, Stanford?
Ho-How could this be possible?
Even if her brother really loved Phoebe, he was someone with impeccable self-control. He should be very traditional when it came to such matters, and his values should dictate him to only sleep with a woman once he and that woman was married.
How could he do something like sleeping with a woman before marriage?
Florence’s eyes were bulging wide and she could barely produce any voice, “You guys, did you really… really…”
What was she trying to say?
She couldn’t put it into words, and her startled heart was almost jumping out of her throat.
Stanford’s handsome face was the usual composed but darkened expression, as if indicating a calm before the storm brewing in the distance.
He glanced at Phoebe and shifted it to Florence, and with a very faint voice, he admitted to what she had said.
His lone syllable of voice was like a huge sledgehammer.
Every speculation and prediction in Florence’s mind had become reality at this moment.
Her brother had really slept with Phoebe!
My God, this was really an unexpected development of things.
She didn’t know whether she should feel ecstatic or utterly shocked, and a dribble of words came out of her mouth without warning, “Did you guys do that willingly… Ugh!”
Before she could finish, a cold hand hastily clasped Florence’s mouth.
Phoebe was in a frenzy, “Flory, stop talking.”
She was so embarrassed that nothing could hide that feeling.
She wanted to jump off a building.
Stanford watched Phoebe’s ghastly white face and darting eyes and suddenly felt that a mist had formed in his chest, which befuddled him.
He couldn’t see through her.
His suppressed feelings were going to break free.
With what had happened last night, could it be that she was going to run away from the truth forever?
Running away would not solve the problem.
Stanford stared straightly at Phoebe and said with a solemn face, “Phoebe, let’s have a talk…”
“Last night when we lost consciousness, didn’t Jensen send anyone to check on us? Did he find out about anything? Is he still in the confined suite at this moment?”
Phoebe suddenly raised her voice and cut Stanford off. She dished out three questions consecutively without even changing her breath.
Stanford knitted his brows hard, and he was looking at Florence with a complicated gaze.
In the air, there was a hard, cold and awkward silence hanging in it.
It was obvious that he didn’t want to answer Phoebe.
Seeing that her attempt to change the topic of conversation was about to fail and the whole atmosphere was going to freeze over, Phoebe began contemplating the idea of running away, but at this moment, Collin’s voice sounded nondescriptly.
“When you were asleep last night, I have gone to investigate and find that Kieran’s newly added influx of funds were transmitted from this place. We have hijacked the information, and we need a password to break the security. We need a little more time. However, if they could break the cod, then the source of this fund would come into light. By then, we can say with a very high likeliness about the mysterious family backing Kieran and their whereabouts.”
This piece of news was a huge breakthrough for Florence and the lot.
However, nobody was really paying attention to this.
Florence’s gaze was still glued to Phoebe, and through her tightly pressed lips, it seemed that she had a high chance of blurting something outrageous at any moment.
However, Phoebe was not ready to venture into that sensitive topic at the moment.
With her furiously pounding heart, she immediately continued Collin’s conversation.
“In that case, we just need to wait for the moment when the code is broken? Does that mean that we no longer need to wait here? Can we leave now?”
As she said that, she started to back off, “Then, I’ll take my leave now.”
“You can’t do that now.”
Ernest’s deep voice came.
Phoebe who was turning in preparation to flee the scene immediately froze. With an annoyed look, she gazed at Ernest with confusion.
“Why?”
It was too awkward for her to stay here any longer.
Ernest reached out and held Florence, and his cool gaze was directed in the direction of the suite, his tone filmed with ice.
“Jensen deserves to die.”
It was only a sentence, but the air itself suddenly became chilly all of a sudden, and it felt like it was sub-zero temperature here.
He was emanating with real murderous intent.
Phoebe never experienced real life-and-death situation, and upon seeing Ernest like this, she was instinctively gripped by fear.
This man was usually very aloof and high and mighty, and he had transformed into the God of the underworld.
He was too imposing and domineering.
She couldn’t even begin to think of the authenticity of his words when he claimed that he wanted to kill Jensen.
That scene would be very bloody.
“I-I am scared of blood. I won’t be staying around to watch it.” Phoebe really wanted to flee.
Stanford looked at Phoebe’s terrified and pale face and felt sorry for her, and without much thought, he blurted out, “Then you won’t need to see it. Let Ernest and Collin handle this, I will keep you company here.”
When they heard this, Collin snapped around at Stanford with an astonished expression.
Oh my, it seemed that his master had come to his senses after a passionate and lustrous night. He almost couldn’t believe this.
Stanford even knew that he had to be alone with Phoebe to flirt with her!
Collin immediately wanted to state his agreement, but before he could say something, Phoebe hastily rejected this proposal.
“Jensen is the one who made me get poisoned, how can I not take a look? Let’s go, I want to see for myself his death!”
Phoebe was practically gritting her teeth. She was more nervous than anyone here.
This was only natural. She wouldn’t want to be alone with Stanford here, would she?
She wanted to be away from him as far as possible, and any kind of private space, no, she didn’t even want to share a word with him.
Who knew what he was going to do to get back at her?
He was always on his high horses and was always protective of himself. It was very likely that it was his first time last night, and it was stolen by her just like that. She was even afraid that he would have murderous thoughts towards her.
She couldn’t afford the repercussions, so she must stay away.
“Why are you still standing around? Let’s go, or else Jensen might get wind of us and run away.”
Phoebe was yapping about as she dragged Collin, wanting to move forward as soon as she could.
Collin who was standing lazily at one spot was jerked forward by her, which caused him to almost lose his footing and stumble to the floor.
He staggered forward while being led by her.
He was immediately upset by this.
At the same time, this was not the most critical thing. The most unnerving and unfortunate thing was that he suddenly felt a stabbing, sharp gaze boring a hold in his back. It was cold, ruthless and it was going to impale him.
He didn’t need to turn around to see confirm the identity the man shooting this gaze into him. That man was feeling an intense jealousy.
Collin really felt like banging his head on the wall and dying.
He had purposely tinkered with Phoebe last night when he was performing rescue which made her have some “side-effects”, and with a substantial development now, it should be a good chance for him to gleefully dismiss himself from this “love triangle”.
However, Phoebe was dragging him now instead of anyone else.
He still wanted to live for many years! Damn it!
Stanford’s aura withered down a few notches compared to just now, and his cold, sharp gaze continued to focus on Phoebe’s hand which was holding Collin’s arm. An unprecedented fury and anger was boiling in his chest.
He was seriously pondering the methods he could use to dispatch Collin of his arms so that the outcome wouldn’t be as bloody.