Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited)

Chapter 55 Adopting Beckham

Chapter 55 Adopting Beckham

Florence took advantage of the lunch break to contact the kindergarten online and called the principal to explain Beckham's situation.

"It's a boy over four years old. Beck is very smart. How about I will bring him over tomorrow? And you can see him by yourself..."

It's not easy to get into a public kindergarten now. Florence had been looking for a kindergarten for several days. And finally, she could only choose a private kindergarten for Beckham.

And she found that the kid's schooling was a big expense.

She had to work harder.

She wanted to find a kindergarten that was close to her company so that she could send Beck to school in the morning and pick him up after getting off work.

Florence was chatting with the principal on the phone, but she didn't notice that someone was standing behind her at all.

Katherine passed by and stopped curiously when she heard Florence making a call, mentioning the kid.

Did Florence really have a kid?

The turmoil at the family feast had caused a wave of discussions on the Internet. Although the police finally clarified that it was Thiago's slander, and Florence also revealed Thiago's true face at the feast, there must be a reason for the rumor.

A strange light flashed in Katherine's eyes and quietly faded away.

Florence went to the bathroom after talking on the phone and found that the bathroom was full of people. Everyone was fixing makeup and dressing up.

Florence was curious and asked with a smile, "Is there anyone coming here? Why is everyone fixing makeup."

"Florence, don't you know? Mr. Logan is coming today." Her colleague Marissa said while putting on lipstick, "Mr. Logan hasn't been here for a long time. How can we not be excited?"

"Mr. Logan? Which Mr. Logan?"

Florence asked this question because several members of the Logan family worked in the company.

"Of course, it is the person in charge of the Logan family." Marissa sorted out her clothes, “Florence, take a look, am I beautiful today?"

The person in charge of the Logan family was coming? Florence was startled. She had been in the company for so long and hadn't seen him yet.

"Beautiful." Florence didn't tell a lie. Marissa had a baby face, and her hot figure was very attractive to men.

It was just that she didn't figure out why everyone was so excited about Mr. Logan's coming.

Thinking of this, she heard Marissa say in a low voice, "Mr. Logan hasn't married so far. I heard that he even doesn't have a girlfriend. If anyone can be favored by him, then she will be able to reach the top social ladder."

It was just a man who had lame legs and a ruined face and couldn't live for a long time. Was it necessary for everyone to be so excited?

Florence said, “But I heard that Mr. Logan was disfigured in a car accident and looked extremely ugly."

It was more than ugly. It was terrifying.

His scarred face appeared in Florence's mind, and she couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Marissa disagreed, “What's wrong with ugliness? Most handsome men are playboys. Ugly men are more loyal."

"But I also heard that Mr. Logan is a lame man."

Marissa said, “Then that’s even better. I don't have to worry about him going out to date girls. He can stay with me every day. That's so happy."

Florence, “I also heard that Mr. Logan can't live for a long time, and his wife might be a widow after marrying him."

"That would be great." Now, marrying into the Logan family will directly help me get the inheritance."

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Marrying Mr. Logan would bring so many benefits.

Why didn't she find out before?

Marissa sighed and said, "Florence, you are different from us. You are Andrew's goddaughter. You can marry a good man effortlessly. But it is too hard for us to find a good man."

People in the headquarters of the Logan Group had to be outstanding, and all of them had ambitions. Who would be willing to work like this for a lifetime?

If women wanted to improve themselves, one way was to rely on themselves, and the other way was to rely on men.

Regardless of men and women, looking for a wealthy and powerful marriage partner could help them a lot. They could save decades of work.

Marissa wanted to take root in Croycor, live a good life and marry into a wealthy family.

She had no background and no social identity. Her biggest leverage was her beautiful face and sexy figure.

Florence didn't comment on Marissa's values.

Now she was only thinking about how to find a good school for Beckham, and where to take Beck to eat delicious food after getting off work.

It had been a few hours since they parted in the morning, and she really missed that kid.

...

The man in charge of the Logan Group would visit the company, and the whole company was ten times more vigorous.

Florence went to the break room and got some water. When she came back, she happened to see a group of company executives coming in with Alexander who was in a wheelchair in the center.

Even though Alexander was sitting in a wheelchair, it was hard to ignore his aura as a superior. He looked elegant and calm like a king presiding over his country.

Easton pushed the wheelchair and Maxwell walked beside Alexander. A group of people was coming in.

The employees of the company gave way.

After knowing that Alexander had come to the company, Steven was surprised and immediately went downstairs to check on him.

Seeing Alexander wearing a silver mask and sitting in a wheelchair, he hurriedly walked over, “Alexander, why are you here."

What an awkward question.

Alexander was in charge of the company. Steven was just the vice president. But he asked such a question. This was like a guest was questioning the owner.

Maxwell put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile on his face, “What is this question? Probably you have forgotten who is in charge of this company."

Their first meeting was very tense.

Florence drank the water and looked at Alexander who was sitting in the wheelchair through the glass window.

Steven was stunned and felt awkward. His face was gloomy, “Maxwell, you have misunderstood what I meant. I'm worried about Alexander's health. I heard that he was not in good health these days because he had been exhausted."

Alexander said in a cold voice. "Thank you for your concern, Steven, but I am in good health."

As soon as he finished, he coughed violently.

He didn't seem to be in good health but more like he wouldn't be able to live for a long time.

Maxwell was worried. “Alexander, how do you feel?"

"Don't worry. I'm good." Alexander waved his hand.

Seeing Alexander's sick look, Steven's eyes flashed with a hint of pride. But he remained calm and said with concern, “Alexander, let's go to the office to have a rest. Come on, I'll push the wheelchair for you."

"No." Alexander coldly refused.

"Let me do it." Maxwell didn't give Steven a chance at all, “You are busy. Just leave this kind of trivial matter to me."

Maxwell pushed the wheelchair for Alexander, bypassed Steven, and walked directly toward the president’s office.

Alexander and his men left abruptly. Steven stood there, staring at Alexander's back. His eyes were gloomy and terrifying.

Florence could feel the cold light in his eyes even through the glass.

It seemed that the rumors were true - Alexander was at odds with Steven.

Alexander was not at peace with Kingston. So of course, his relationship with Steven was not much better.

Florence took another sip of water and frowned as she looked at Alexander and his men going away.

When she ran away with Alexander, he ran faster than her. He even didn't pant and didn't look sick at all. His physical fitness was better than hers.

Alexander's lameness was a fake. Was it possible that his disease was also a fake?