After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again-Chapter 67 - 65: You Did It on Purpose

"That’s fate, isn’t it? We don’t have any backing and are purely working for others, unlike Director Johnson who knows how to handle things. If people don’t like you and want to mess with you, they have a million reasons to do so." Fang Le shook his head repeatedly, "We’ve been unlucky for eight lifetimes working under her. You’ve never seen us being suppressed by her. She doesn’t understand a thing and insults our hard work."

Florence Fuller sighed, it seemed like being targeted by this Director Johnson was only a matter of time.

Fuller Corporation, President’s Office.

As soon as Michael Fuller left, Sophia Johnson arrived. Upon entering the office, she saw a pile of photos on the desk, all of women with different appearances.

Sophia Johnson leaned over and said in a coquettish voice, "What are you doing?"

"These are potential marriage candidates my dad has picked out for me." James Fuller casually leafed through the photos, shaking his head repeatedly, "This one won’t do, she’s ugly. This photo obviously shows she’s had work done, and this one falls short..."

James Fuller’s hand reached out to Sophia Johnson, casually pinching her, "What brings you to my office so early in the morning?"

"You haven’t been reaching out to me lately." Sophia Johnson pressed her body against his, "Why, have you found someone new?"

James Fuller smiled mischievously, "Missed me, did you? What do you miss about me?"

"You’re so annoying..." Her voice elongated and was immediately pressed onto the desk by James Fuller.

After a passionate moment, Sophia Johnson tidied up her clothes, "I came to talk business with you, and you’ve already interrupted me."

"What business makes you start by getting on top of me?" James Fuller snickered, "What’s the matter?"

"Two weeks ago, Christopher Fuller placed someone under me. When I asked him, he said it was a relative. You wouldn’t believe how arrogant that woman is, relying on Christopher Fuller’s backing, I can’t even get her to move."

"If you like her, keep her. If you don’t, kick her out."

Sophia Johnson said, "It’s not that easy to just let her leave. I have to wear her down."

James Fuller lit a cigarette, "Even with Christopher Fuller right under my nose, I’m still not at ease. My dad said it’s imperative to finalize a marriage candidate soon."

"You’re so annoying." Sophia Johnson pounded on him, "I’m still here, and you’re thinking about other women."

James Fuller exhaled a puff of smoke towards her, "Alright, go back. Don’t contact or visit me often these days. I have to lay low, and as for Christopher Fuller, make sure to keep a close watch on him for me."

Sophia Johnson’s hand slid over him, giving him a lingering glance, "I understand. Don’t you trust me?"

Operations Department, after work hours.

Colleagues were pairing up to leave work together, while Florence Fuller’s desk was still piled with tasks. Sister Keaton looked a bit helpless, "How long are you planning to work?"

"It’s alright, Sister Keaton." Florence Fuller stretched her sore hand, "You head home now."

Sister Keaton nodded and slowly walked away.

Florence Fuller continued working, her head down and then lifted, seeing the sky outside had turned completely dark. She glanced at the time; it was nine o’clock. Her phone still had several unread messages.

Ethan Harper had sent her many messages, and Florence Fuller clicked to open them, her eyes flickering slightly.

"I visited a few of your favorite stores today. The dessert shop you liked has a new owner, but the taste hasn’t changed."

"Did you have lunch? What did you eat?"

"Are you busy?"

"If you need any help, feel free to contact me. I’m always waiting for your message."

"..."

She scrolled through dozens of messages, the last two sent two hours ago, showing a mouth-watering spicy seafood dish.

"Went to that restaurant we frequently visited before. I didn’t expect the owner to still recognize me. His shop is even bigger now."

Florence Fuller had seen the earlier messages during the day but hadn’t replied. After looking at them several times, she hesitated for a while and sent the location of her apartment.

"I feel like eating. See you in a bit."

Ethan Harper responded quickly, "On my way."

Florence Fuller looked at the pile of work in front of her, sorted them out, deciding to finish some in the office the next morning and take the rest home.

But she didn’t expect Ethan Harper to arrive faster than she did. As soon as she exited the elevator, the suited man was waiting at her apartment door with two bags of food.

Seeing her return with a pile of stuff, he furrowed his brow slightly, "Is this... work?"

"Yes."

Ethan Harper reached out to help, and as she thought of opening the door, Florence Fuller handed the keys to him.

"So, this is where you’re living now," Ethan Harper said.

Florence Fuller poured herself a glass of water, "I didn’t find a place after returning. This place is under Christopher Fuller’s name, I’m just staying here temporarily."

Ethan Harper walked over to her, his eyes always fixed on her, "Why did you suddenly come to Cloudsea City?"

Florence Fuller put down the glass, "You didn’t know?"

She didn’t believe it.

"You left so suddenly, and I couldn’t find you in SJ... so I checked into it..."

Florence Fuller chuckled, turning to the living room. Ethan Harper grabbed her hand, "I was afraid that you... wanted to cut off contact with me..."

"Didn’t we already cut off contact three years ago?" Florence Fuller said lightly.

Ethan Harper’s body stiffened, his dark eyes trembling slightly, "Florence..."

Florence Fuller withdrew her hand and went to take the food he brought.

"Don’t overthink it." Florence Fuller took out the food, "Come and eat."

Ethan Harper sat beside her, while Florence Fuller picked up her chopsticks, and Ethan Harper put on gloves, peeling the shellfish for her.

He peeled, and Florence Fuller ate, but she could clearly feel Ethan Harper was preoccupied.

The phone rang, and Florence Fuller saw it was an unknown number, so she hung up.

Not long after, the number called back, and Florence Fuller stared at the number for a moment before answering.

"What do you mean by this, Florence Fuller?" On the other end, Luke Gardiner’s voice came through angrily, "Playing the separation game to get a divorce? I’m telling you, no way."

Florence Fuller felt she should have trusted her instincts; she had guessed it was Luke Gardiner calling.

"You ignoring the messages I sent? Blocking my calls? You think you can get rid of me like that? No way!"

"This is delicious; do you want to try it?" A gentle male voice soft and lingering, transmitted through the phone to Luke Gardiner’s ears. Florence Fuller saw the shrimp meat brought to her lips, glanced deeply at Ethan Harper, and took a bite.

The male voice made Luke Gardiner frown, "Eating so late? With whom?"

Moreover, Florence Fuller hadn’t uttered a word yet, and that ambiguous voice made his heart tremble anxiously. He shouted into the phone, "Florence Fuller."

Florence Fuller put down her phone, reached out, and grabbed Ethan Harper’s suit jacket, pulling it towards her, slowly leaning closer to him, meeting his eyes, "Was that intentional?"

Ethan Harper leaned in close, the images of their past intimacy flashing between them, their lips so close they could almost touch, he said, "Yes."

He did it on purpose.

Florence Fuller curved her lips into a smile, grabbing Ethan Harper’s jacket and pulling further down, then bit hard on his lip, making Ethan Harper let out a faint sound.

It was a sound of comfortable satisfaction.

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