Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited)

Chapter 30 What's Wrong with My Poor Boyfriend

Chapter 30 What's Wrong with My Poor Boyfriend?

Thomas' tone was laden with mockery and disdain.

His condescending look was almost the same as Colleen's.

Florence stared at Thomas and said in a cold tone, "When you acted like a coward in front of Nicholas and made a concession, you didn’t speak in such an arrogant voice. Thomas, he dared to stand out and beat Nicholas for me, can you? You don't even dare to offend the Cooper family, and you don't even dare to offend Colleen."

Thomas quibbled, "I was thinking of the big picture. It's never audacious to be foolhardy. How could that make him a man?"

Florence laughed, "It's the first time I've ever seen anyone depicting a cowardly performance as something so grand."

Thomas was a bit embarrassed. He harked back to the day when he showed his weakness in front of Nicholas and was mocked by Florence, he was vexed for being humiliated, "Florence, it was you who offended the Cooper family. the Cooper family is bound to come to you. As long as you relent in, I will ask my father to visit the Cooper family to help you settle all the troubles."

"Thomas, in your heart, I can never outperform you on ambition, and you are not really sincere to me. So don't pretend that you love me so profoundly. You are just unwilling to admit your defeat. You may only feel relieved if I cry to die for you."

Florence's words exposed what Thomas had his mind.

He was indeed unwilling to admit his defeat.

Florence had turned to date someone else so fast and ignored him, how could he reconcile to it? He had dated her for a year and he had never even laid a finger on her. Such a beautiful girl, how would he be willing to let others take advantage of her first?

Thomas had already made a plan. Considering how Florence felt to him, as long as he could patronize her a bit, he would make Florence become his mistress with great willingness.

Then he could have two women by his sides, enjoying the two sisters feeling jealous for him and fighting for him all the time. Which man would turn their back to such a wonderful life!

But how could he expect that Florence would draw a clear boundary with him?

He had underestimated Florence.

Now Florence had unveiled what he was thinking, Thomas wore a terrible look naturally. He would not lower himself in front of Florence anymore.

"Florence, you have the beauty that makes men crazy, and you also have the intelligence and courage that men admire. But unfortunately, you have no one to back you up. In Croycor, without an influential and powerful background, you are nothing."

Thomas snorted, "Will you choose me to enjoy a life of wealth, or will you still choose that poor loser and lead a pathetic life? You only have one chance."

Colleen was not as pretty as Florence, nor could her intelligence outrun Florence’s. Someone like Colleen was the best candidate for being a wife.

However, Florence was like the best second hand for a man. With her around, a man would feel his might doubled.

Florence did not hesitate and replied, "I hope you will not disturb my happy life with my boyfriend from now on."

After finishing her words, Florence turned around and got off the yacht.

Thomas stared at Florence's back as she left, a flicker of gloom flashing across in his eyes. The gift box in his hand was crushed out of shape.

"Florence, you will regret it."

Florence didn't even look back. She wouldn't regret it.

She only felt regretful that she failed to see his true color earlier.

Just as Florence got on the shore, the wharf was lit up suddenly, and a dozen luxury cars were driving toward her. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Florence wondered what happened. By intuition, she quickly dodged to the side.

A dozen luxury cars stopped, and dozens of bodyguards got off the car. The scene looked grand.

A middle-aged man got off the car at last, and immediately a bodyguard came forward to hold an umbrella for him.

It was not raining or scorching. It was nighttime. Florence did not know why the bodyguard was holding an umbrella for him.

For looking cool?

Florence hid behind the container at the wharf and stared at the middle-aged man. She felt him a little familiar.

Florence then remembered. Wasn't this the second hand of Logan family, Kingston Logan?

She had seen him on a talk show.

It said that Logan family's power holder, Alexander, almost died in a car accident which resulted in his disfigured face and crippled legs. It was highly likely that Kingston would take over the entire the Logan family.

The Logan family was a big clan and it was very complex. Alexander was his father’s only son. If he really died, they were doomed to be devoured by other branches in the clan.

While this second hand, Kingston, was the most ambitious one.

Florence did not know him a lot, but she still knew a little.

Small families would fall out for fighting for their interests, let alone some big families like the Logan family. They were always unfolding some cruel and tit-for-tat fights.

With such a huge scene here, there must be something big going on. Florence wanted to scurry away sneakily in case she was involved.

Florence took a look around and found it was a little difficult to leave.

The exits were guarded by Kingston's men.

She could only wait until they were all gone.

At that moment, a cruise ship came to the wharf, and dozens of workers came down from it, loading the ship with the goods on the wharf.

Just after the goods were loaded, police sirens came from the distance.

Kingston looked back and got nervous, "Who leaked the news?"

The man beside him said, "Mr. Logan, please leave first, or it will be too late."

"The police can't get this batch of goods." Kingston immediately had the goods destroyed.

These goods were worth more than one billion. Kingston felt his heart was dripping blood.

Taking the chance that the people of Kingston were in a mess, Florence lowered her body and wanted to scurry away in case the police came and she couldn't explain herself.

Kingston was so scared that he rushed to destroy the goods without taking a second thought. Those goods definitely had some problems.

Florence felt very nervous, and her heartbeat accelerated. Leaving the wharf, she sped up and ran faster.

Before Florence ran any further, she finally reacted that she did not see any police cars along the way.

Then what about that siren?

Just as she was thinking, she heard people fighting at the wharf.

Did they start to fight?

Kingston was fighting against someone?

It was none of her business anyway.

Florence walked towards the highway, intending to take a taxi.

Suddenly, a car came from the direction of the wharf, closely followed by another car behind it. Both of them were driving very fast.

Florence watched this scene with trepidation as she heard a violent crashing sound just after the two cars drove past her.

It was a car accident.

Florence hurriedly ran over. Two cars were overturned, and the cars were completely destroyed.

Florence was shocked. Then a person got out of the car.

Alexander stood with his cane in his hand, the scar mask on his face looked more frightening in the moonlight.

Alexander was slightly injured. His arm was hurt, and blood drenched his clothes, which made his startlingly red.

Florence was shocked, "Alex... Alexander."

Alexander looked at Florence. Before he said anything, another car came after him.

"Go."

Alexander took Florence's hands and pulled her to run towards the forest nearby.

Florence was dumbfounded. She didn't even know why she was running with him.

By the time she reacted, she was already running into the depth of the forest.

The so-called crippled Alexander was running so fast, just like a healthy man. How could he be a cripple?

He ran even faster than she did.

Florence was panting, "I can't run anymore."

The two of them stopped, and the people behind them did not catch up.

Florence held on to the trunk to catch her breath. After a short rest, she could finally breathe smoothly. She looked at Alexander in front of her and then turned to look at his leg, "Your leg... is better?"

Alexander stretched his leg and limped forward a bit, "I am limping again."

Florence, "..."

His intention of pretending to be limp was too perfunctory.

Did he really think she was a three-year-old child?

Florence felt that the man in front of her was kind of evil, and her boyfriend was much gentle.

"How come you were at the wharf?" Florence asked, "The person, who just fought against Kingston, is you?"

It was said that he didn't get along well with his uncle, so it was true.

Based on how badly the car was damaged, this was purely murder.

Florence couldn't help but remember the rumors about how the man in charge of the Logan family was disfigured and got crippled in the car accident. So that accident, could it be...

"Alexander, could it be that the previous car accident was also set up Kingston?"

Under the mask, Alexander rose the corners of his lips, "Ms. Scott, you’re very smart. I need to thank you, Ms. Scott, for saving my life just now. Otherwise, I would really have lost my life in the car accident."

"Me? I didn't do anything." Florence was confused.

Alexander said seriously, "Just now I saw you when I was in the car. You are stunningly beautiful, and as I got distracted by your beauty, I happened to avert from that fatal impact of the car. So it was you who saved me."

Florence tilted the corner of her mouth. What a far-fetched reason.

However, what he said next shocked Florence even more.

"For you great favor of saving me, I could never pay you back. Since money is too vulgar, gold and jewelry are also an insult to you, Ms. Scott. After I mull over this issue, I could only pay you back with myself. So I need to marry you to thank you. Ms. Scott, what do you think?"

Florence gaped in shock, "You're not repaying me, you're taking revenge, aren't you? I'm just a mundane person, Alexander, why don't you just give me some money, gold, or jewels to express your appreciation?"

She preferred to be insulted by gold and jewelry.

Under the mask, the smile on Alexander's face deepened. Well, this girl was easy to be made fun of.

"Ms. Scott, you do not want to marry into Logan family, is it because of Thomas?" Alexander's voice was very cold, "I just saw you and Thomas on the yacht, having a Candlelight Dinner. It was very romantic. It seems that you are also a girl who keeps a foot in both camps. Before this, you were

saying that you would not marry anyone except your boyfriend. But within a glimpse, you turned to date someone else behind your boyfriend’s back."

"When did I date anyone? I came to talk to Thomas to make everything clear." Florence didn't know why she was explaining to him. Anyway, she just felt afraid to be misunderstood.

Alexander coughed. He believed Florence. Otherwise, he would directly go over just now. He was asking randomly for no reason.

Alexander's arm was still bleeding. He sat down against the tree, slightly narrowing his eyes, "The Logan family is like a place teeming with beasts. It is understandable that you do not want to marry into this family. If you marry me, a man who has limited years to live, I really would be dead someday inexplicably and leave you behind alone."

The face mask on Alexander's face was specially designed. People could not tell that those were fake scares. The mask stuck to his face, which made him look horrible and ugly. People dared not to look at his hideous scars directly.

Florence was also afraid before. But at this time, she did not feel scared of him but felt sorry for him inexplicably.

"When it happened, it must be very painful. It must be difficult for you to support the Logan family."

Florence felt anguished as she found Alexander was in loneliness and separation.

His face was ruined terribly, and he was dying. Meanwhile, he had to pretend that he was crippled. The Logan family was really a den where only cruel beasts could survive.

It was really a tough job to live as the person in charge of the Logan family.

Hearing this, Alexander felt emotional. He opened his eyes and his eyes were filled with Florence's silhouette.

His woman was feeling sorry for him.

In the last car accident, Alexander indeed almost lost his life.

Florence squatted down and checked Alexander's wound on his arm. The cut was very deep, and it seemed that it was cut by a dagger.

She remembered the bodyguards that Kingston brought just now. There were dozens of bodyguards, and what they were holding was a very short dagger.

"They are so many people, why didn't you hide, why did you fight against them?"

"It's nothing. Just a small injury." Alexander smiled, wearing a bit of coldness, "In my world, I have never learned how to hide."

Alexander did not tell Florence that he suffered a stab because he was distracted when he was searching for Florence on the wharf.

Florence looked at the wound, feeling as if her heart was seized by something hard, "Let me take you to the hospital."

"If we go to the hospital, then Kingston will know that it was me tonight. I can't hide the fact that I am pretending to be crippled either."

"You released those sirens sounds just now?"

In fact, the police never came. Kingston also came to realize this fact after destroying the goods. But unfortunately, it was too late.

Alexander leaned against the tree, suddenly grabbed Florence's hand, and pulled her into his arms, "Stay with me here for a while."

Florence was caught off guard and was pulled into his arms.

She felt this hug inexplicably familiar.