Chapter 128: Chapter 128

However, Maxwell saw through her thoughts in an instant, sneering at her, "What? Planning to escape again?" This woman had just pretended to be on the brink of death, causing him unnecessary worry. Now, she was already contemplating another escape!? It seemed her injuries weren't that serious!

Flora glanced at him and coldly huffed, "I won't escape. I was just attempting suicide earlier. I don't know who claimed not to care if I lived or died while nervously shouting for a doctor." Thinking about the nervousness she sensed on his handsome face, Flora felt a complex and indescribable emotion, even a faint sense of delight.

Suddenly, she found these three bright red fingers cute. Not only did they help her leave the third floor, but they also allowed her to peek at Maxwell's hidden thoughts. A triumphant smile appeared on her face as she moved her fingers to her lips and gently blew air. However, her fingers really hurt... Why hadn't the doctor arrived yet?

Maxwell was provoked by her words, feeling as if he had done something embarrassing and she had seen through it. Suppressing the embarrassment without showing it, he frowned, speaking wickedly, "Miss Flora, do you think I would let you die in the Smith Family mansion? Do you think you deserve it?"

This time, Flora was annoyed, sitting up abruptly from the bed, glaring at him furiously. Was what he said even humane? So, he only didn't want her to die in his house! Damn it! The faint sweetness in her heart disappeared instantly, replaced by indignation. She thought this man wouldn't be so kind, though carrying her downstairs and even calling a doctor for her!

Examining her changing expression, Maxwell felt a sense of satisfaction from retaliation. He continued with an indifferent tone, "Next time you want to commit suicide, please inform me in advance. I'll send someone to take you somewhere else."

While she screamed in frustration, Flora, infuriated, pounded her fist on the soft bed. "Maxwell—! Ouch... it hurts so much." Her hand... it seemed this time it was really ruined!

Maxwell's eyebrows furrowed with her movement, and his heart skipped a beat. Was she deliberately hurting herself? Despite that, the words she spat out could still make her blood boil, "Miss Flora, although your worthless life isn't worth much, it's rare that your father didn't shoot you against the wall back then. So, I advise you to better stay alive."

"Oh—! Maxwell! Why didn't your father shoot you against the wall and dry you up back then!? Bastard, you infuriate me!" Flora screamed in frustration; this man was just too detestable!

"Big Brother, the doctor is here!" Robin's voice rang from outside the door, followed by Doctor Alan entering.

Doctor Alan stood in the middle of the bedroom, awkwardly calling out, "Big Young Master, Miss Flora...." His gaze wandered back and forth between the two who were confronting each other in anger, feeling confused. Whose illness should he treat?

Maxwell took a step back, turning to Doctor Alan with a stern tone, "Tend to her wounds, and after that, send her back to the third floor!" With that, he grabbed Robin's hand and left without looking back, unwilling to stay in the room for another moment.

"I don't want to! I don't want to go back to the third floor!" Flora shouted at the slammed door, but unfortunately, the only response she received was the silent emptiness of the room.

Oh, God! She had to go back to the third floor? She didn't want to go back; she would rather be a maid like before, doing chores and everything, just not enduring the boredom of staying in a room!

The doctor stepped forward, cautiously speaking, "Miss Flora, let me help you with the wound. It's not good if it gets infected with bacteria." He wondered about the background of this girl, who dared to be so fiery against Big Young Master.

Flora White finally turned her attention to her hand, focusing all her energy on it, and felt the piercing pain from the wound. She hurriedly extended her hand in front of Doctor Alan, asking him to tend to her injury.

At the top of the Smith Family Group office building, Maxwell sat at his desk, for the first time finding it hard to focus on work due to a woman—Flora, the very troublemaker who always seemed to be at odds with him!

He couldn't understand why he was consistently influenced by her. She was nothing more than a target for his revenge, just like Chiyoko. Yet, he found himself unable to be as heartless towards her as he was towards Chiyoko. Could it be that the two of them were inherently different?

Recalling the time when Flora, despite avoiding him like the plague, foolishly rushed back to the hotel to save him, he wondered about her true intentions. What was going on in her mind? Could this be her intended strategy of playing hard to get?

And Kevin! What tricks did he want to play? Kevin planned to take possession of Flora, and it was obvious he was targeting him. He and Kevin seemed destined to become enemies. What a regret!

"Mr. Maxwell, there's a video call. Would you like to answer?"

The secretary's voice brought him back to reality. Maxwell shifted in his seat and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's a Mr. Kevin. He said you would take his call," the secretary replied truthfully.

Maxwell sneered. What an arrogant guy! But he was right. Maxwell would indeed take the call. He looked at the secretary and said, "Put him through."

Was Kevin looking for him? It wasn't a simple invitation to a dinner party; it was about... Flora!