CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 155: MEMORIES (55)

Clara Fuller felt guilty: "This isn’t your house, you aren’t the owner here."

Florence Fuller gave her a cold glance.

Ethan Harper came down from upstairs: "Is everything packed?"

Clara Fuller’s heart skipped upon hearing this voice, her eyes began to brighten.

"It’s done, the stuff is over there." Florence Fuller pointed.

"Did any guests arrive?" Ethan Harper came beside Florence Fuller and saw Clara Fuller.

Clara Fuller smiled slightly: "Mr. Harper."

Ethan Harper looked at Florence Fuller.

Florence Fuller shook her head: "They’re not here for me."

Ethan Harper asked Clara Fuller again: "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"I’m here to see Mrs. Monrose, I painted a picture and wanted her advice." She maintained a gentle and refined demeanor, softly looking at Ethan Harper.

Ethan Harper turned to Florence Fuller, who shrugged, indicating she was also unaware.

"Sister Dawson." Ethan Harper inquired: "Does mother know there is a guest?"

Sister Dawson shook her head: "I’ll go and tell Madam."

Ethan Harper nodded, pulling Florence Fuller closer: "Get everything packed and let’s go."

"You should take the suitcase first, I’ll be right there." Florence Fuller said.

"Alright."

Ethan Harper carried two suitcases and went out.

Florence Fuller grabbed a bag from the sofa, while Clara Fuller remained standing in the foyer, her gaze following Ethan Harper’s departing figure. Florence Fuller silently came up beside her: "Handsome, right?"

Clara Fuller snapped back to reality and met Florence Fuller’s cold, dark gaze. Florence Fuller said: "I think he’s handsome too."

Clara Fuller clutched the painting in her hands tightly.

"Clara Fuller, I don’t quite understand what you’re up to, but you can’t possibly come here for no reason. Whatever you are planning, if you dare to harm Aunt Monrose, I won’t mind making you stay in the hospital a bit longer."

After speaking, Florence Fuller glanced at the painting in her hand, bypassed her, and left.

Clara Fuller gripped the painting tightly, having come here so many times without encountering Ethan Harper, she finally met him, yet Florence Fuller happened to be there too.

Thinking of the slightly intimate gesture between the two, she secretly clenched her teeth.

Florence Fuller couldn’t possibly deserve such a good man; she only deserved trash.

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In the blink of an eye, campus life resumed; in the second half of her junior year, she requested Michael Fuller to let her intern at the Fuller Clan, but was outright rejected with the excuse that she couldn’t endure hardship. He then arranged for her to intern at a smaller company instead.

Florence Fuller certainly didn’t expect to enter the Fuller Clan; she’d rather learn more alongside Ethan Harper than intern at the small firm Michael Fuller arranged.

As the sun set, Florence Fuller had just exited the school and approached the car when she received a call from Michael Fuller.

"I heard you didn’t go to the company I arranged for you?" Michael Fuller asked.

"You only found out after so long, dad." Florence Fuller silently sneered.

"What’s wrong with that company? You don’t want to go just because it’s small? Such places are the best training ground, you shouldn’t..."

"I found an internship myself, no need for you to worry." Florence Fuller replied.

Michael Fuller then asked: "Did you go to America earlier this year? I only recently learned this when Clara told me at home. What did you do there?"

"Just having fun." Florence Fuller said: "If I wanted to discuss it with you, you weren’t around at home. Sometimes you don’t answer your phone, isn’t that because you don’t want to be bothered?"

She initially placated Michael Fuller verbally, making future matters needing his financial support easier to handle.

Moreover, Michael Fuller had rarely returned home for a long time, and Florence Fuller knew little about his marriage with Laura Yates.

Michael Fuller paused: "Play as much as you want, but don’t neglect your studies."

"Just call the school teachers and they’ll tell you whether I’ve neglected my studies." Florence Fuller retorted sarcastically: "But you’re quite busy, haven’t got time to manage me."

"Alright, alright." Michael Fuller frowned: "I’ve got matters to attend to."

Florence Fuller: "Go ahead."

"Tomorrow night, Elder Sunworth’s seventieth birthday banquet will be held with a grand feast. You and your mom should get ready, we’ll go together."

Florence Fuller was silent for a while: "I have plans tomorrow night."

Frankly speaking, she wasn’t too keen on being recognized with the Fuller Family’s name.

"Regardless of your plans, you’re twenty years old, and you’ll be twenty-one next year. Since you’ve returned home, it’s about time people outside know who you are, don’t give me trouble." Michael Fuller said.

Florence Fuller: "Can’t Clara go instead..."

"She’s not going!" Michael Fuller said: "She’s fostered, you’re the biological one. I don’t care about what games you two play privately, but she’s not going tomorrow, and you better not make trouble for me. If you embarrass the Fuller Family, I’ll hold you accountable for it!"

The call ended.

Florence Fuller exhaled deeply.

The car was halfway out when Laura Yates called, sounding somewhat rigid: "Your father mentioned the Sunworth banquet tomorrow night. You know about it, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, when you get back, I’ll help you pick out a dress for tomorrow night’s event."

"No need, I’ll choose my own dress."

"You...!" Laura Yates paused: "The Sunworth Family has been quite prominent in Cloudsea City these past few years. This banquet will host impressive guests, and you can’t make a mistake. Moreover, you’ve never attended such events, you don’t know what kind of dress or style to choose, you..."

"I said I can handle it myself." Florence Fuller interrupted: "I have things to do, and I’m hanging up."

She hung up the phone, feeling very annoyed inside.

Laura Yates’s tone seemed to fear she would mess up this banquet. Never attended before? Over the past two years, she had attended several dinners with Abigail Monrose, big and small. Her biological mother hadn’t managed it, but Aunt Monrose did.

To find this mom rather go looking for Aunt Monrose.

Aunt Monrose, aware of the situation, came by that evening and stayed over at Starlight Residence. The next day she arranged a stylist for dress selection and makeup.

"Aunt Monrose, you’re really not going?"

Florence Fuller didn’t know how the Sunworth Family had sent an invitation to Aunt Monrose, but Abigail Monrose had refused it.

"I can’t, I have a later flight back to France."

"Going back again." Florence Fuller thought: "You’ve returned several times already this year."

"This time someone over there got sick, there’s no choice but to go back, might delay for some time before coming back." Aunt Monrose was tidying her dress and sighed: "It’s okay, just hold on a bit longer for success to come."

Florence Fuller couldn’t ask much, but over the years, she pieced together that Abigail Monrose trying to divorce Ethan Harper’s father wasn’t an easy task.

"If you run into anything you can’t handle when I’m gone, look for Ethan."

"There’s nothing I can’t handle." Florence Fuller said: "Aunt Monrose, didn’t you say that no matter how long things take, they will get resolved eventually."

Abigail Monrose smiled slightly: "Yes, indeed."