After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again Chapter 48: Quite Disgusting

Even if her identity isn’t simple, Brother Wangford has stars with such strong connections, he could certainly handle it for them.

This group thought about it and indeed took action.

They relied on their physical advantage to surround her, but didn’t expect Florence Fuller, who looked slim and delicate, to be a skilled fighter.

With a single strike using the ashtray in her hand, she could knock soone down, and she didn’t hold back at all.

The mont the private room door opened, Isabelle Sunworth took a step back in fear, and Luke Gardiner supported her: "What’s wrong...!"

When he saw the people inside the room, he froze.

Florence Fuller was sitting on the coffee table in the private room, lighting a lady’s cigarette, her hands very red, with the ashtray at her feet also stained red.

Her white shirt was splattered with blood, and a few people knelt at her feet, desperately kowtowing for rcy.

Looking at the people lying on the ground, so were already unconscious.

"Brother Wangford." Isabelle Sunworth cautiously ran over, looking at the manager on the ground who was already out cold.

Her gaze was both fearful and pitiful as she looked at Florence Fuller: "What... what have you done."

Florence Fuller tossed the burning cigarette into the colored ashtray, smiling with a kind of deranged beauty: "What do you think?"

That look gave Isabelle Sunworth chills, and she turned her gaze to the door at Luke Gardiner, noticing he was standing there, not coming in.

Luke Gardiner didn’t even dare to look at Florence Fuller, having a kind of fear to step inside.

He was afraid.

Afraid of what? He shouldn’t be afraid of Florence Fuller.

"Didn’t they say they’d make leave in disgrace? Well, here I am waiting for you." Her voice clearly reached Luke Gardiner’s ears: "I want to see whose connections he’s using to act so wantonly."

Luke Gardiner looked at her, calm: "What’s wrong, do you have an opinion?"

"No." Florence Fuller stood up, grabbing her coat and accessories, ready to leave, stopping briefly as she brushed past him.

"Luke Gardiner, you’re pretty disgusting."

Florence Fuller walked out, and Luke Gardiner’s figure shook subtly, a stifled pain in his chest. He swallowed, and then smiled.

Disgusting.

She called him disgusting but why did he feel so miserable?

SJ City First Hospital.

Florence Fuller got herself ready and went to the hospital, where Christopher Sorset had already finished checking Evelyn Shaw.

"These are only superficial injuries, just apply the dication on ti." Christopher Sorset handed her the report and dicine.

"Thank you." Florence Fuller accepted it: "Sorry to trouble you."

"No problem, we’re all friends." Christopher Sorset said.

"Thank you." Evelyn Shaw thanked him with her head lowered to Christopher Sorset.

"It’s okay, go ho and have a good rest." Christopher Sorset gently patted Evelyn Shaw’s back: "Once you’re better, let’s have a al with Brother Lillian."

"Let’s go."

Evelyn Shaw got into Florence Fuller’s car.

The city at night was bustling with traffic, Evelyn Shaw leaned against the car window, lost in thought, until the vehicle turned into the grand and imposing gate of the neighborhood, bringing her back to reality: "Where are we going?"

Florence Fuller: "My house."

"I can just go ho."

"You an you want to drive for an hour to take you back and drive an hour back myself?"

Evelyn Shaw lowered her head: "I can take the subway."

Florence Fuller didn’t argue with her, parked the car: "Get out."

Evelyn Shaw followed her out.

From the garage, the elevator reached the floor directly, Florence Fuller opened the door for her to go in first.

"Stay here for now, until you recover."

The house was large and spacious, decorated grandly and exquisitely, making Evelyn Shaw feel a little uneasy.

"I’m really grateful for you today."

She didn’t expect the help to arrive so soon after she made the call. She struggled and resisted, got hit, but Christopher Sorset arrived promptly to stop the impending disaster.

She was truly relieved.

Florence Fuller poured her a glass of water: "Take a rest, I’ll get the room ready for you."

Evelyn Shaw wanted to offer help but didn’t say it, Florence Fuller went ahead.

She slowly finished her water, Florence Fuller had already tidied up and ca out of the bedroom, holding pajamas: "Can you take a bath?"

Evelyn Shaw nodded.

Florence Fuller handed her the pajamas: "There’s a bathroom in the bedroom I prepared for you, everything’s ready, you can settle in comfortably."

Evelyn Shaw wanted to say thank you but rembered Florence Fuller didn’t like hearing it, and swallowed it back.

"What about those people? Will I be a burden to you?"

"Of course not." Florence Fuller said: "What happened today... what happened?"

"Sister Keaton said she organized an event tonight and promised to introduce to people, helpful for my future developnt. I originally didn’t want to go alone but she invited several girls from the sa crew, so we went together, not expecting..."

Evelyn Shaw clutched the suit jacket in her hand, shivering at the mory of reaching hands.

Florence Fuller draped a blanket over her: "Now that it’s over, there’s no need to dwell on it. You don’t need to worry about cleaning up."

Evelyn Shaw nodded: "I haven’t told my brother about this, don’t tell him either."

Florence Fuller replied: "I won’t contact him."

Evelyn Shaw was aware of their previous conflict.

Alia Gordon took down the entire Gordon Family with her directly. It’s said the involved matters were serious, the whole family was sealed, and prison was definitely in the future.

"You’re amazing." Evelyn Shaw sincerely said.

"You ntioned this, I’m more curious about what kind of developnt requires networks."

Evelyn Shaw was silent for a long ti: "Make money, I want to debut."

"You could have just told ."

"I wanted to." Evelyn Shaw said: "But I feared you’d think I’m too purposeful, only maintaining sisterly bonds for your status, especially after you fell out with my brother, I didn’t want to bother you."

Florence Fuller sighed: "Forget it, focus on recuperating for now. How are things with Charles Shaw?"

"He’s out of town shooting. I’ve ssaged him."

"Okay." Florence Fuller said, holding her phone: "Let order so food, let’s eat together."

"Okay."

A month after the incident at TD Clubhouse, Florence Fuller saw Luke Gardiner again at the family New Year’s Eve dinner.

The old residence was festively decorated and when Florence Fuller arrived, the family was gathered, cutting window decorations.

"Florence is here, co quickly." The granddad was wearing a cheerful red sweater: "Co cut so window decorations, let’s stick them together."

Luke Gardiner looked at her, unchanged over the month, still such a radiant presence.

Florence Fuller went beside the granddad: "Last year I cut several wrong, you still let cut them this year."

"No worries, with a few more years, you’ll get it. Luckily Luke knows, he’ll teach you."

Florence Fuller smiled: "I’ll figure it out myself."

Luke Gardiner swallowed the words he wanted to say.

He wanted to diate the atmosphere between them but Florence Fuller clearly didn’t want to talk to him, and at the New Year’s Eve dinner table, she didn’t touch the dishes he served her.