Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited) novel Chapter 30

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.

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.