CHAPTER 163: CHAPTER 163: MEMORIES (63)

Ethan reopened it for her, with more than half an hour remaining.

He sat beside her to accompany her: "Finish watching it and then sleep."

Florence Fuller stared at the screen without blinking: "Alright."

Half an hour later, when the movie’s ending song finished, the TV screen instantly went black.

Florence looked at Ethan; the man in front of her had already stood up, lifting her horizontally and walking towards the bedroom: "Time for bed."

Florence had been living a few days of upside-down, indulgent days and nights.

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Abigail Monrose’s trip to France ended in failure, as Arthur Harper gave her divorce request the cold shoulder. After returning, Abigail prepared to initiate divorce proceedings.

Ethan started contacting lawyers.

The Harper Family had a dedicated legal team with considerable strength. Moreover, hearing it was a Harper case, no one would want to oppose them, but persistence pays off, and someone can always be found.

In order to get divorced quickly, Abigail lowered her demands. Although their marriage was easy, the divorce was a prolonged stalemate.

In her final year at university, Florence was focused on earning and saving money, while Ethan was busy with his mother’s divorce issue. Over the year, there was no progress.

As graduation approached, Florence came to school today to discuss with her professor about studying abroad at a prestigious university.

Florence had two preliminary options for her future plans but hadn’t decided yet; she planned to go back and discuss them with Ethan.

While driving home, midway she received a call from Abigail Monrose, and Florence talked to her about studying abroad.

"Do you have confidence that the Fuller Family will let you go?"

Florence thought for a moment: "I don’t know, but this time, no matter what, I have to leave."

It was strange; for the past two years, Michael Fuller didn’t say anything about what she did, and occasionally called to ask how she was doing. Florence really felt he was hiding something and needed to leave quickly.

"Then you can discuss it with Ethan again, we..."

The screeching sound of brakes was clearly audible over the phone, and Abigail asked nervously: "What happened, Florence?"

On such a broad road, Florence saw the black vehicles in front of her blocking and surrounding her.

They didn’t care at all about blocking the vehicles behind; a large group of people came down from a few black cars with an impressive presence.

Florence remembered the group of people from two years ago; the face of the leader overlapped with his.

She locked the car doors tightly. When he saw he couldn’t open it, he directly extended his hand to take an iron tool handed over from someone behind and smashed her car window with a bang.

Florence calmly protected her head, with glass shards cutting her hand, while Abigail was still shouting over the phone: "Florence."

"Aunt Monrose!"

That man reached in through the broken window to open the car door, looking at her expressionlessly: "Nice to see you again, Miss Fuller."

Abigail heard on the other end: "Eric!"

Eric took the phone from Florence’s car and responded respectfully: "Madam!"

"What are you doing! This is Cloudsea, not France. Don’t be too arrogant!" Abigail’s voice was anxious and frantic: "The divorce is between Arthur and me, why are you looking for her!"

"You’re aware of the gentleman’s power, Madam. Our presence means he does not fear Cloudsea, and you should know that the gentleman’s request to find this Miss Fuller has nothing to do with you and the gentleman but is related to Young Master!"

"What related or not!" Abigail shouted: "Ethan has already clearly stated he’s giving up the Harper inheritance; Arthur doesn’t have the right..."

"Madam!" Eric interrupted her: "The gentleman’s orders cannot be defied, and Young Master currently lacks the right to make his own decisions. The gentleman said, as long as he is alive, Ethan is one of the heirs of the Harper Family."

Abigail was silent for two seconds: "Fine, I don’t care, you let Florence go and don’t touch her."

"Sorry, Madam, we’ll see you later!"

Eric hung up the phone and said to Florence, "Take Miss Fuller away."

"I’ll walk by myself!"

There were many of them, tall and imposing, surrounding her tightly. Florence knew she couldn’t handle so many people alone.

Moreover, this was Cloudsea; they didn’t care at all about the trouble they were causing, just like Eric had just said, the gentleman was not afraid.

What exactly was the Harper Family like?

"Then please get in the car."

Florence got into their car; the door closed, and they started driving, with Eric making a phone call.

He greeted the other end respectfully, then turned on the speakerphone, allowing Florence to hear the cold voice from the other end.

"Florence Fuller!"

She caught only the voice, not seeing the person, which was cold and commanding, and Florence stared at the phone in front of her, guessing roughly who it was in her mind.

This person was Ethan’s father, Arthur’s husband.

"Mute?"

Eric’s eyes turned cold, and Florence just felt something hard pressing against her forehead.

It was dark and shiny—it was a gun.

Her heart sank.

"Miss Fuller, I remember you can speak," Eric said coldly.

Florence took a deep breath, looking at the phone: "What do you want?"

A cold laugh came from the other end: "You’ve been with Ethan for quite some time, haven’t you?"

"So what?"

"Leave him."

"Impossible!"

She answered with such certainty that the voice on the other side let out a cold snort: "Leave or die, choose one."

"You dare!" Florence said: "This is a lawful society, you..."

"Killing you is easy, and taking care of you is also easy. A Fuller Family is insignificant," he interrupted Florence’s words lightly.

"Hmph!" Florence’s eyes turned cold: "Fine, kill me. If you think my death will bring your son back, then go ahead."

There was a two-second silence from the other end: "Do you think I’m joking?"

Eric noticed and signaled to the person beside Florence, who opened a knife swiftly and stabbed it hard into her left shoulder back without giving her any chance to react.

Florence’s face instantly turned pale, her lip bitten until it bled, her body trembling from the pain.

"You all!"

Severe pain occupied her senses, pulling her breath seemed painful; she suddenly laughed, filled with sarcasm.

"From our conversation, I understand your callousness and self-interest. Yes, perhaps you are incredibly powerful, but your son would rather give up his inheritance than return, and your wife, such a good woman, has been hurt by you till she detests you. You deserve it!"

Eric shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

"Deserved." The person on the phone murmured, tone sharp: "Bring her back to meet me!"

Eric paused, immediately agreeing: "Yes, sir."

The call ended, and Eric ordered: "Arrange the fastest flight back to the country, and stop her bleeding."

The bleeding stopped, and perhaps Florence should be grateful she wouldn’t die from excessive blood loss.

Two hours later, they arrived at the airport.

Covered by a coat to conceal the bloodstains on her body, Florence was surrounded by this group of people as they moved through the airport, keeping her tightly blocked in the center.

The earliest flight to France was at eight in the evening, with about two hours to go.