After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again-Chapter 43: What is Your Position

Old Mr. Gordon’s face was gloomy: "Where in SJ City is spotless? Has your Gardiner Family been clean through the generations?"

"Compared to you, we are surely much cleaner. You know full well that someone has been watching your family for a long time. Florence’s actions are merely fueling the fire. Moreover, my granddaughter-in-law is renowned for her good nature. You can go ask around at the Quinn and White Families and see who doesn’t praise her. When a rabbit is cornered, it bites. Isn’t it someone from your family who forced her to this point?"

Old Mr. Gardiner spoke clearly.

"Mr. Gordon." Luke Gardiner’s voice came from afar: "You should quickly take your family to the authorities and confess everything honestly. Maybe then you’ll get a lighter sentence."

Usually seen as a carefree playboy, when serious, he now seemed quite intimidating. Old Mr. Gordon looked at him: "This is your family’s mess."

"Who asked your granddaughter to provoke my wife?" Luke looked at him sharply. "Perhaps I won’t mind adding fuel to the fire by submitting some evidence to the National Investigation Bureau."

"You... you people..." Old Mr. Gordon’s hand trembled with anger: "Your Gardiner Family bullies too much."

"The ones who bully too much are your Gordon Family. This drop has caused quite a splash. Go check online and see how much trouble about your family has surfaced." Luke said coldly.

Old Mr. Gardiner waved his hand: "See the guest out." He looked at Old Mr. Gordon: "Whether it’s a blessing or a curse, it all depends on your family’s fate."

Old Mr. Gordon left, his face flushed with anger.

Luke Gardiner’s eyes scanned the hall: "Where is she?"

Old Mr. Gardiner feigned ignorance: "Who?"

"Her?" Luke was inexplicably embarrassed: "Florence Fuller."

"Oh." Old Mr. Gardiner suddenly understood: "She’s kneeling in the study."

"You really punished her?" Luke frowned.

"What, let that old man point at her and scold her?" Old Mr. Gardiner had only used this as an excuse to send Florence away, but he guessed the girl might really be kneeling in the study.

"I’ll go check on her." Luke headed upstairs.

The old man smiled silently, waving his hand.

These little schemes had long been seen through by the old man.

The sound of the study door opening rang out, as Florence Fuller put away her phone. Footsteps came closer, and a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared before her.

"If you’re punished to kneel, is this how you do it?" A familiar voice. Florence looked up, meeting Luke’s gaze.

Luke’s eyes landed on the cushion under her knees.

Florence stood up, casually tossing the cushion onto the sofa: "Did they leave downstairs?"

"They left."

Florence turned and walked out.

Luke followed her out, but Florence seemed uninterested in engaging with him, heading straight downstairs. Luke grabbed her: "What’s the grudge between you and Amelia Gordon?"

"There’s no grudge between us." Florence said: "When I went to find her, that was our first meeting."

"First meeting and you beat her up like that?"

Florence looked at him: "Accusing me? On what grounds? Her friend?"

Luke said: "No, it’s just that you..."

"What about me?" Florence stared straight at him: "If she didn’t provoke someone she shouldn’t have, would I go to her for trouble?"

"So it’s still about that man?" Luke looked at her: "Who is he."

"What’s it to you?" Florence gave him a cold glance: "Don’t meddle in my affairs. You’re not qualified."

She shook off his hand and strode downstairs.

Old Mr. Gardiner saw her coming down quickly and wondered, didn’t the young couple chat for a bit?

"Grandpa." Florence walked up to him: "Sorry for causing you trouble just now."

"It’s no trouble." The old man waved his hand: "Just a bit surprised that you’d take action against the Gordon Family."

This girl usually seemed gentle and pleasant to everyone, but when she acted, she was ruthless enough.

Florence said nothing.

"I’m not blaming you." The old man explained: "It’s fine, our family will stand by you."

Florence lowered her gaze, a complex expression in her eyes, and sincerely said: "Thank you."

Old Mr. Gardiner nodded, catching a glimpse of Luke standing by the stairs: "What are you doing standing there?"

Luke walked over.

Florence had no intention of staying longer: "Grandpa, I have things at the office I need to handle, so I need to head back."

"Wait, wait." The old man stopped her: "Leave with Luke. He rushed back in less than half an hour when I called, worried about you."

Luke scoffed: "Worried for nothing, she doesn’t appreciate it."

Florence said nothing.

"Are you throwing a tantrum now?" The old man glared at him: "Get lost, get lost."

Florence turned and walked out, Luke followed her.

Their cars were parked side by side. Florence opened her car door, tossed the bag onto the passenger seat, and said, "Thanks."

Luke paused his action of opening the door, resting his hand on it, casually glancing at Florence: "Thanks for what? I didn’t do anything."

Florence nodded, got in her car without another word.

Luke was just bluffing, not expecting this woman to actually leave. He hurriedly circled the car and stood by the driver’s side: "You’re just going to leave like that."

"Or else?" Florence lowered the window, already wearing sunglasses: "You said yourself, you did nothing."

"Hey." Luke was exasperated by her indifferent attitude: "It’s true I did nothing, but when I heard that old man came to trouble you, I dropped everything to rush back."

Florence pursed her lips, seemed to ponder for a moment, then said: "Thanks then."

"Just words?"

She squinted: "What do you want?"

Luke leaned down, resting his hand on her car window: "I booked a restaurant. Let’s have dinner tonight."

"Alright." Florence was too lazy to argue: "I’ll treat, as a thank you."

The weight on the word "thank you" was heavy.

Pretty thick-skinned.

She thought.

"Sure." Luke looked at her: "7 PM tonight, I’ll send the location to your phone."

"Okay." Florence’s eyes fell on his hand: "See you tonight, hands off."

Luke saw her unwillingness to say more and slowly withdrew his hand. Before his hand was fully retracted, she had already rolled up the window, almost catching his hand.

Before he could react, her car had driven past him, leaving him with the rear view.

Luke withdrew his gaze: "Pretty arrogant."

He got back into his car, took out his phone and made a call: "Reserve me the best spot, 7 PM tonight, for two people."

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