Stanford’s face was extremely hideous, and he was emanating a chilly aura as he stomped towards the direction where Phoebe and Collin were headed.
It felt like he was about to kill someone later.
Florence stared at the three people who had just left in a hurry and she was still in a daze.
She blinked and turned to ask Ernest.
“Do you know what happened last night? How did my brother and Phoebe…”
She was too embarrassed to spell out the whole sentence.
However, her implication was clear.
Ernest’s meaningful gaze swept across Collin’s back and then he gazed gently at Florence and rubbed her head with affection.
He said in a low voice, “You don’t need to know too much about this kind of thing. After all, it’s not an appropriate situation that anyone can understand.”
His cooing was as if he was trying to comfort a child.
But since when did she look like a child?
Even if this situation was adulterous and he didn’t want to tell her, but why didn’t he think about his actions towards her every night? Why didn’t he feel like he was doing adulterous things to her?
This was like the saying, “The sheriff can set fire but the commoners cannot light their lamps.”
Florence patted his hand and pursued the topic, “You know something, don’t you? Ernest, tell me the reason.”
After all, she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that Stanford didn’t know that he liked Phoebe for so long and on the other hand Phoebe had already given up on this relationship.
With the state of affairs between these two, there was no way the two of them would just hit it off and sleep together out of the blue.
There must be something going on if something like that really happened last night.
Ernest pressed his lips into a line and suddenly asked, “Make a guess, after having a relationship like that, how do you think your brother would treat Phoebe? Would he settle this with money and draw a clear line, or do you think he would bear the responsibility of his actions?”
The smile playing at the corners of his lips was enchanting, “If you guess it right, I will tell you the reason.”
Florence stared at Ernest dumbfounded and thought that she couldn’t believe she had to make a choice here. He was really a sly fox.
She struggled to give this a thought.
Based on Stanford’s temper and emotional tendency, there was a high probability that he would do what most men do. He would draw a line between them and compensate her with money.
On the other hand, his alternative was to bear responsibility for that ridiculous night with Phoebe. This possibility… was so low that it wouldn’t even have a zero point one percent chance of happening.
Florence looked at Ernest and said firmly, “I think that my brother will feel responsible towards Phoebe!”
Every word uttered from her mouth was as firm and irrefutable as a blessing given to them.
Even if there was only a zero point one chance for that to happen, that was the outcome she fervently wished for.
It was a happy outcome.
Ernest shot a deep gaze at Florence and said, “Then let’s wait and see.”
The two of them made this promise before moving towards the direction of the suite.
They weren’t that far behind, so when they arrived, Phoebe and Stanford were already waiting at the entrance.
At the same time, there were a few dozen tall and muscular bodyguards dressed in black overalls who had a grave expression on their faces. They were seeping with hostility, and they were ready to rush in at any moment.
It was obvious that this suite was surrounded completely.
Ernest held Florence’s tiny hand and they walked towards the door. The bodyguard standing guard at the door immediately gave way politely and welcomed them.
When Ernest was standing in front of the door, he immediately appeared extremely hostile and dangerous. He lashed out with his feet and kicked the door.
“Bang!”
With a loud bang, the seemingly-solid door was blown away just like that.
Immediately, he held Florence with one of his hands and stepped on the door lying on the floor.
They made their way in.
This huge noise startled everyone and they all shot up from the sofa. It was that same old driver and another youngster inside there.
They scolded loudly, “What do you think you are doing?”
Ernest didn’t even look at them as his gaze fell on the door of the secret room which was told to him by Florence.
He waved his hand and ordered, “Demolish it!”
All the bodyguards poured in orderly and a few of them pinned the two men inside and restricted their movements while the others rushed to the door of the secret room and began kicking and pounding relentlessly at the door.
The door was specially fortified so it was more compact than others, but in just two minutes, the door began to show signs of breaking down.
“Stop it right now!”
Just as the door was about to fall away, a man scolded loudly from inside the room.
The bodyguards immediately stopped their movements.
With a mechanical buzzing sound, the door was opened from inside.
A butler was the first to emerge. He stared at the crowd here as if he was seeing a band of bandits and scolded loudly, “What are you trying to do? Don’t you know the rules around here? I can’t believe that you guys are… Ah! It’s so painful!”
Before he could finish his complaint, both of his hands were clutched with full might by a bodyguard. He was pinned on the wall.
The bodyguard had enormous strength and the butler’s limbs almost snapped in half as he continued to yap in agony.
“Hmm, I wonder who could you guys be? Since you are brave and arrogant enough to mess with me on my turf.”
A man’s angered voice sounded from inside the room.
Jensen who was dressed in full black slowly came in view out of the room.
His face was written with fury, and he immediately imposed an ominous aura on the air. He was indeed intimidating.
If anyone who laid eyes on him now, he or she would stagger backwards and show him some respect.
However, his opponent here was Ernest.
Ernest stood in the suite and his eyes were as sharp as ice. His gaze shot out like blades which pierced Jensen’s body.
He asked Florence beside him, “Was he the one who has poisoned you?”
Florence looked at Jensen’s face and she was boiling with anger too.
It was this man with a fake smile who had tried to poison Phoebe and her yesterday, and they almost died because of it.
Florence didn’t have any feelings of goodness towards him anymore as she nodded firmly, “Right, it was none other than him!”
Jensen was someone smart, and upon hearing their conversation, he immediately understood what was going on.
So one of the waitresses with smoky make-up on yesterday was Florence!
That must mean the other one was Phoebe!
He was here to help Kieran, so naturally he had seen photos of Florence and the gang before. Now that Florence was without any make-up, he could immediately recognize her.
However, last night, he only wanted to annihilate everything from the root. He didn’t verify that it was Florence.
He never thought that the ones he was trying to drug was Florence and Phoebe!
Florence wasn’t that angry about this since Jensen was already Ernest’s opposition in the first place and they wouldn’t have settled this in any other way other than a full-out war. There was no meaning in killing Ernest’s woman at this point. However, this was not the same for Phoebe as she was the one specifically chosen by Kieran. Phoebe had to stay alive until the end of this commercial war as she was touted as a prize for Kieran by then.
There was no way she could die.
Jensen’s gaze swiftly brushed past Florence and fell on Phoebe who was coming in and found that she was alive. It made him sigh in relief.
However, when he saw that beneath the small jacket Phoebe was wearing, and the blanket covering her and kiss marks on her neck, his face immediately become ugly.
He began to curse at her resentfully, “You filthy woman, I can’t believe that you’re fooling around with some men!”
Deep within his heart, Phoebe was already Kieran’s woman in every sense of the word. It was a bitch move by her if she was to fool around with other men.