Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited)

Chapter 72 Romance Competition Between Thomas and Alexander

Chapter 72 Romance Competition Between Thomas and Alexander

His jealousy grew stronger and stronger.

Thomas was taking advantage of his poor situation.

Naturally, Alexander is not in a good mood.

"How many flowers did Thomas send?" Alexander inquired once again.

"Emily claimed it was ninety-nine," William stated as he drank his tea.

Emily is Alexander's spy in the company.

" Ninety-nine flowers, he's so mean. Order nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers to send there," Alexander smirked.

"Alexander, more than nine thousand… that has to be transported by a huge truck; how can Ms. Scott place them?" William was choked and coughed before spitting out a mouthful of tea.

"Then less, just order 999 of the freshest red roses." What William said made a lot of sense to him.

"Okay."

"Alexander, what if Thomas sends flowers again?" William said after thinking for a while.

"Then we will continue to send at ten times the amount that Thomas sent." Alexander felt that he could not lose his momentum in chasing Florence.

"So, what do we need to write for Ms. Scott? Such as some love phrases which may boost the relationship between the two," William advised.

"There's no need; Florrie knows what's on my mind." Alexander was confident.

But the reality proved that Alexander was excessively confident.

Florence had just completed her task and was on her way to pick up Beckham from kindergarten when some other delivery guys arrived with flowers.

This time, it was carried out by a group of individuals.

Her coworkers, particularly the female colleagues, were jealous.

"There have to be nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers, Florence; I am so envious. That means love for a lifelong time, so romantic."

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone give such a large bouquet of roses; it's stunning."

Florence gazed at the flowers, and her headache intensified.

It's as though there's no end to it.

Florence thought the flowers were presented by Thomas. She signed her name and then handed them to her coworkers, saying, "You guys may handle it."

"Florence, I'll grab a few flowers and offer them to my wife," a male coworker joked.

"I'll take it too."

"Everyone who loves it, take it, don't be nice," Florence kindly stated.

"Thank you; I'll take a few for my girlfriend."

"I'll take a few as well."

"I want it too."

Finally, all of Alexander's roses were dispensed among the coworkers.

Florence arrived on time to pick up Beckham.

Brielle gave her a car. The Cooper mansion’s garage is full of luxury vehicles, with the cheapest car being a five-or-six-hundred-thousand-dollar nanny grocery shopping vehicle.

The most significant aspect was that she might order a new automobile if she didn’t like the current one.

Florence picked a nanny’s vehicle since she didn't want to draw too much attention.

Brielle was kind to her, allowing her to experience what it was like to be loved by her mother.

Lincoln gave Colleen a three-million-dollar sports automobile as a mitzvah when she turned 18.

Instead, Colleen and Allison drugged her and arranged for her to sleep with a strange man.

Florence waited for Beckham in front of the kindergarten, reminiscing the past with an unexplainable bad sensation in her heart.

How wonderful it would be if her kid was still alive.

As she was lost in her thought, she saw Beckham leaping and sprinting toward her.

"Sis."

Beckham had been calling Florence Sis. He refused to change the address.

"Did you listen to the teacher at school today, Beck?" Florence's heart was full of softness as she glanced at the fatty Beckham.

During this period when they lived in the Cooper family, Beckham's diet was too hearty. He gained a lot of weight at a visible speed, and his whole body looked round. His skin was delicate, his face was rosy, and he looked very pleasing to the eye.

"Sis, the teacher is too wordy; many of the questions he taught are incorrect; I raised my hand to point out this, and he corrected it. Teachers of this level are harmful to students when they come to teach. "

Beckham had a disgusted expression on his face.

Florence trembled as she listened to him.

How could Beckham rectify the teacher's errors at such a young age?

He even described this situation so clearly.

Florence believed Beckham was clever before, but it seemed that he wasn't just simply brilliant.

Beckham's reading skill was exceptional, and he was just five years old yet was already capable of learning high school courses by himself.

This kid was a genius.

"In the future, Beck, you can’t be so impolite; you must respect your teachers."

"I've got it." Beckham said, raising a cunning grin, "Sis, I want to hug you."

Florence was rendered speechless.

"How much do you weigh now? Do not you know that, Beck?"

Beckham looked round, yet despite the increase in fat, his face remained beautiful.

"I'd want to hug you, sis. Your body smells lovely; it's fragrant and soft," Beckham played cute.

"Stop. Next time you will not be allowed to hug me if you say it again," Florence said indulgently as she picked up Beckham.

"Sis, I want to sleep with you tonight," Beckham wrapped his arms around Florence's neck with a delighted expression on his face.

"No." Florence rejected it without hesitation.

Beckham was not very quiet at night when he slept.

"I'm terrified at night, sis. Nicholas wants to seek revenge on me," Beckham pouted.

"I should thank God if you don’t play pranks on him."

Nicholas was now terrified of Beckham.

"What agreement did you make with Nicholas?" Florence inquired, intrigued.

"This is a secret between we men. But I can tell you at night." Beckham remarked with a grin.

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Florence found him funny yet annoying.

"Then you have to be a good sleeper at night."

"Deal." Beckham laughed.

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Florence got no news from Alexander, but it should be the best situation.

Florence was also in a better mood with Beckham.

When she contacted William again later that evening and discovered that Alexander was no longer in danger, she finally felt relieved.

Florence arrived at work on time every day, and Thomas and Alexander's flowers were delivered on time, one after the other, every day.

When Thomas sent her lilies, Alexander would send an even larger bouquet of lilies.

Too many flowers were delivered every day, and Florence's office couldn't store them. Therefore, she came up with a solution – she would sell these flowers at a low price after work every day.

She only charged one cent for each flower. And they were sold out immediately.

This was also regarded as additional revenue for her.

It was not that bad.

When Thomas discovered that the flowers given to Florence had been sold, his face turned gloomy. It seemed like sending flowers to Florence wouldn’t work.

When Alexander heard that Florence would sell the flowers, he chuckled and said, "This woman is such a money-grubber."

Florence was the first one to sell the flowers he sent.

William was taken aback when he discovered this.

She sold a bouquet that cost tens of thousands for only one cent for each flower.

William was speechless.

"Alexander, it’s most likely that Ms. Scott is still angry with you."

"It's about time," Alexander replied thoughtfully. "Find me a hospital."

"Alexander, are we returning to Croycor?"

"It's time to return," said Alexander. "If we don't go back, it would be more difficult to explain all this to Florence. "

"Well, then I'll go ask Tristan."

Tristan was Alexander’s doctor, so if he wanted to leave, he must first ask Tristan.

"He has been allowed to leave a long time ago," Tristan replied without lifting his head while William was apprehensive.

"Why didn't you mention it earlier?"

"You did not inquire either. Tell Alexander to take it easy, it's just a short period, but two automobile accidents have happened to him. Next time he will not be that lucky," Tristan rolled his eyes at William and got up from the stool.

"I know that; you're so nagging. Why don't you tell him by yourself since you care about him so much."

"Who cares about him?" Tristan grumbled. "You’d better hurry up to leave; don't bother me. I want to focus on my research."

William knew Tristan was busy, so he didn't say superfluous words. He strolled to the laboratory door and saw Vincent; he grinned and said, "Vincent."

"Alexander is leaving?" Vincent inquired expressionlessly.