Chapter 211: Chapter 211

In the President's office of the Smith Family Group, Joshua cautiously presented his work report to Maxwell. Ever since Flora died, he no longer dared to be negligent in his work or treat Maxwell with a disdainful attitude out of guilt.

He had even quickly married to prove that he had long given up any fantasies about Flora and never had any intention of competing with Maxwell for her.

Maxwell quickly skimmed through the report and handed it back to him calmly, saying, "From now on, you can make your own decisions regarding these projects. You don't have to ask me anymore."

"Oh... alright." Joshua nodded obediently, clutching the report, and hurriedly walked towards the door. Meeting Maxwell had become a mental torment for him since two years ago. He was afraid, so he always wanted to escape!

After Joshua left, Maxwell packed up and prepared to go home. His gaze involuntarily fell on Flora's photo on his desk. He couldn't bear to look away for a long time. Now, going home was no longer as eager as it was two years ago. Flora was no longer waiting at home. Instead, there were memories of her everywhere.

The memories he had always wanted to bury and avoid were everywhere, each corner reminding him of the joys and sorrows he shared with Flora, causing his heart to ache to the point of suffocation.

He even felt a bit afraid to return to the house filled with memories. But was running away useful? Would it lessen his yearning for Flora? He knew it wouldn't, as it hadn't diminished at all in the past two years!

Lost in thought, the office door was pushed open, and Darren, who had always been by his side, walked in. Seeing Maxwell lost in thought while looking at Flora's photo, Darren sighed softly in his heart and showed sympathy on his face.

Though reluctant, he mustered the courage to interrupt him and said, "Big Young Master, we just received a message from the Yota Gang. They said that the necklace that went missing again some time ago has been returned to the Yota Gang."

"And then?" Maxwell's melancholic eyes sharpened and instantly reverted to the cold and indifferent Maxwell. It seemed that his tenderness was only reserved for one woman, but unfortunately, that woman didn't know how to enjoy it and left this world early!

"Big Young Master, aren't you curious about the secret the necklace holds?" Darren was curious why Maxwell could remain so calm.

Maxwell looked at him, raising an eyebrow coldly. "Why should I be curious?" At this moment, he was like a walking corpse, with Flora as the only existence in his heart and eyes. He had no interest in anything, let alone a necklace.

"After all, it seems that it has never been completely disconnected from you, Big Young Master." Darren chuckled before cautiously saying, "It is said that the secret inside the necklace is likely related to some sort of poison, the same poison that Miss Flora was forced to drink."

With a "clap," the porcelain cup on the desk fell to the ground and shattered, startling Darren. He looked up to see Maxwell's cold face filled with deep pain and despair!

His heart skipped a beat. Did he speak too much? Shouldn't he have mentioned Miss Flora at all, let alone the poison?

Before he could finish blaming himself, Maxwell ordered calmly, "Book two flight tickets. Let's immediately go to Japan."

After arriving in Tokyo, Maxwell checked into a hotel and planned to send someone to inquire about the Yota Gang before deciding on the next step.

After getting off the elevator and heading towards the front desk to check in, Maxwell caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. In just one glance, he was stunned. He saw Flora?

At that moment, she was getting into a car with Henry, and then the car quickly drove away...

Maxwell stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Flora's figure for three seconds. Just a second before she got into the car, he rushed up and shouted, "Flora! Stop right there! Flora White!"

No matter how loud his shout was, it seemed useless. The car quickly drove away from the hotel entrance and disappeared into the traffic.

When Maxwell desperately chased after it, he could only see the car getting further and further away. Despair rushed over him, and he was going to miss her again?

Flora White! How could someone who had been dead for two years possibly appear? Must he be mistaken? Seeing things?

Maxwell clenched his fist lightly and quickly rushed out of the hotel entrance, ordering the driver who was waiting at the door to get out of the car and driving recklessly to chase after.

He remembered that Flora's car was silver-white, but there were silver-white cars filling the entire road in traffic. He could only carefully observe each passing car.

It was futile to do so, and Maxwell had no choice but to call Darren, who was also active in Japan, and instruct him to immediately track down Flora's whereabouts.

After hanging up the phone, Maxwell parked the car by the roadside with a defeated expression, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Could it be that today he was seeing things? Going mad? Perhaps! Since he saw Flora White's shadow, then let him go crazy again!

Just then, his phone rang, and Maxwell eagerly answered, "Itou Tokugawa?"

Itou Tokugawa leisurely said, "Mr. Maxwell, welcome to Japan. Why don't you come visit me at Yota Gang? Miss Flora is also here. She really likes it here. Haha..."

Maxwell coldly said, "Itou Tokugawa, stop playing tricks. Do you really think I will fall for it?"

Itou Tokugawa also did not hurry and slowly said, "I knew you wouldn't believe me. I sent you a video of Miss Flora and Mr. Henry. Mr. Maxwell, please enjoy it..." He then hung up the phone.

Maxwell quickly opened the video, and indeed, the person being held captive by Philip was Flora and Henry. His Flora was really alive, which was great.

But, the Yota Gang? Maxwell's heart sank. If Flora fell into the hands of the Yota Gang, could there still be salvation? Without any consideration, he restarted the car, completely ignoring how dangerous the Yota Gang was, and charged straight ahead.

When Henry woke up again, he found himself locked in a dim small stone room, surrounded by stone walls with no windows, unable to distinguish between day and night. In the center of the room, there was a table with an oil lamp, the light flickering.

Gradually becoming clearer and regaining consciousness bit by bit, he realized that he had ultimately been betrayed. Trapped here, without the need to ask, he knew it must have been the work of the Japanese Yota Gang.

But at this moment, he had no intention of worrying about his own life. Despite the darkness, he instinctively scanned his surroundings and anxiously called out, "Flora! Flora, where are you?"

The only response he got was his own echo bouncing back from the surrounding walls. Unable to hear Flora's response, panic surged even more in his heart, and he reached out his hands, pounding on the solid walls.

Amid anger and anxiety, the sound of the door being opened finally came from one corner of the wall, and then the room was filled with bright light, piercing his eyes. Several men in black entered, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the damn Philip.

Philip looked at Henry, burst into laughter, and said coldly, "Haha, Mr. Henry, welcome. Forgive us for not greeting you from afar. You must be hungry after your long journey, so here, let me bring you a sumptuous dinner. Please enjoy it, and then we can talk."

"Where is Flora?!" Henry angrily glared at him and asked.

"Do you want to see her? Don't worry, we'll release you and Miss Flora when Mr. Maxwell arrives," Philip said.

Maxwell? What does this have to do with Maxwell?

Flora leaned gently on the bed, and tears rushed out hurriedly. Although she said she wasn't afraid, she was very scared of death. She hadn't had a chance to enjoy life yet, and life was about to abandon her! She really didn't want to let go!

She deflated and sat back on the bed, recalling every little detail of these days.

Lost in thought, a black figure suddenly flashed in through the wide-open window, startling Flora. Before she could scream, the intruder covered her mouth, leaving only two terrified black eyes exposed. Staring at the man who appeared before her eyes, Flora wondered what kind of scene was playing out now. Was he here to secretly kill her?

"Flora, it's me," the man deliberately lowered his voice, freeing one hand to remove the sunglasses from his face, revealing a handsome face that could make people scream.

Flora White was stunned for a moment and experienced half a minute of dizziness. This face... why did she suddenly feel dizzy when she looked at it? Was it because he was too handsome?

Suddenly, her pupils widened even more, as she stared at him in confusion. Who was this man? How did he know her, Flora White??

"Flora, it's me. It's good that you're alive... I finally found you!" Maxwell strained to keep his voice low, but due to excitement, his voice still came out a bit loud. Fortunately, the person standing guard at the door didn't hear it.

Flora shook her head uncomfortably, and only then did Maxwell realize he was covering her mouth, preventing her from speaking. He released her, gazing into her eyes, waiting for her response.

"Who are you?" Flora asked in horror, her mouth finally freed, as she looked at him again, feeling a slight sense of familiarity. Her brain rapidly turned, trying to remember if she had known him before but later forgot about him!

"You..." Maxwell felt a pang in his heart. Was she really not Flora? How could Flora not recognize him? Right, she had been poisoned before and lost her memory!

An ounce of hesitation flashed through his mind. Maxwell scooped up her body and whispered in her ear, "You are Flora. I'm Maxwell Smith. If you dare to forget me, I will..."

"But I really don't remember you." Flora quickly interrupted his words.

A trace of sadness flickered in Maxwell's eyes, which Flora noticed but couldn't understand why.

As Maxwell pulled back his arm, her body pressed closer against his chest. Strangely, she didn't feel repulsed by the intimate contact with him, even though they had just met for the first time!

These days, Flora felt uncomfortable whenever Henry touched her, but oddly enough, she had fallen in love with the embrace of a stranger, someone who still felt familiar to her.

Thinking of this, Flora's face instantly turned red, and she tried to push Maxwell away with all her strength. Unfortunately, her efforts were futile against the physically strong Maxwell.

Getting anxious, she growled, "Sir, you've got it all wrong. I don't know you at all!"

Maxwell's heart had long been beating faster with excitement, and his hand holding hers began to tremble slightly. His Flora! She really hadn't died...

Maxwell held her tightly in his embrace, his voice firm as he whispered, "Flora, I will make you remember me." With that, his palm caressed the collar of her clothes from behind, exerting a slight force.

Flora White let out a cry of alarm, feeling a chill on her back. In anger, she stared at him and pressed her naked upper body against him, not letting him see the exposed blossoms on her chest. She was seething with hatred for this man who dared to undress her! He was infuriating!

If it wasn't for the fear of the Japanese outside rushing in, she would have shouted long ago. But now... all she could do in her heart was desperately cry out for Henry to save her!

Maxwell lowered his head, the tremors throughout his body intensifying as he saw the marks on her back that belonged to him. His heart, which had been silent for two years, had finally come back to life.

"Flora, it's really you," Maxwell trembled as he spoke softly, his warm fingertips gently stroking the snake-like marks on Flora's back. Those were the marks he had branded on her with a leather whip two years ago. He had regretted his cruelty towards her when he saw those marks, more than once.

He still remembered the heart-wrenching cries that escaped Flora's mouth when he branded her. At that time, he had been so focused on seeking revenge that he didn't feel anything. It was only later, when he recalled those moments, that he would break out in a cold sweat and feel immense heartache.

Today, he had found her through these marks! He presented her with the indisputable fact that she was his Flora!

Flora forgot about shame and rapidly retreated from his embrace, asking, "Who are you exactly? Why do you recognize me as Flora White?" Why was he interested in her ugly scars, the ones she saw every day while showering and wrinkled her brow at?

"Because these are my exclusive marks," Maxwell turned her body around and leaned down to lightly brush his lips against the scars.

Flora instinctively gasped and her body trembled slightly. Where Maxwell's lips touched, it ignited her heart, making her blush and her mind go into chaos.

In her mind, she kept repeating, who is this man!?