CHAPTER 83: CHAPTER 83: WHY DIDN’T MASTER BLACKWOOD SAVE HER!

Yeah.

Florence Huxley’s eyes lit up, she grasped Dahlia Kensington’s hand, and thanked her, "Dahlia, you’re still the clever one."

After returning to the pharmacy.

Florence instructed, "Ivy Kensington, there’s a herbalist Mr. Huang who wants to discuss business tonight at the Golden Splendor. Whether you can negotiate successfully depends on your capabilities. I hope you don’t disappoint me."

Ivy Kensington frowned.

Such an important matter as a business negotiation, Florence actually entrusted it to her?

But thinking about how she promised Elder Huxley, she ought to do the job well, so she nodded, "Okay."

Florence watched her leave and smiled smugly.

Mr. Huang was notoriously lecherous, and most importantly, he had a real harpy of a wife!

At night.

Ivy Kensington and Florence Huxley arrived at the Golden Splendor together.

Mr. Huang was in the private room, and he was quite acquainted with Florence. Seeing her bring a newcomer, he immediately understood what she intended.

This little Florence sure knows the ropes.

"Ivy Kensington, aren’t you going to toast Mr. Huang?"

Florence urged.

Because of the unfortunate incident last time pouring drinks, Ivy was a bit uneasy. Mr. Huang didn’t seem proper, so she straightforwardly said, "Mr. Huang, I’m really sorry, but I’m allergic to alcohol. Can Miss Huxley toast for me?"

Mr. Huang was captivated by Ivy’s fair skin, but there was no rush; there was plenty of time tonight with this little beauty.

Then he looked at Florence Huxley, "Alright, Little Florence, you go first."

Florence’s face turned yellow; she had spiked the drink, and now she was really caught in a dilemma!

"Miss Huxley, don’t you want to toast Mr. Huang?"

Ivy asked.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Huang’s expression soured, "Little Florence, don’t you give me face?"

"No..."

Florence almost crushed the glass in her hand.

She couldn’t refuse this drink!

"Mr. Huang, I toast you."

Gritting her teeth, Florence drank bitterly.

After drinking, she immediately found an excuse to leave, intending to go to the bathroom to handle things, when suddenly the door was kicked open, and the harpy from Huang’s house arrived!

"Huang, I knew you were fooling around outside behind my back. Today, I’m going to beat you, you scumbag and slut!"

The potion Florence prepared was effective, and in an instant, she couldn’t stand steady and fell right into Mr. Huang’s arms.

"Honey, you’ve misunderstood me..."

Mr. Huang was scared to death, hurriedly trying to push Florence away, but she was under the influence and clung to his neck, unwilling to let go.

Mrs. Huang was even more enraged, "How could this be a misunderstanding? You think I’m blind?"

With that, she lifted a wine glass and smashed it on Mr. Huang’s head, causing the plump Mr. Huang to faint instantly.

She showed no mercy to Florence, ripping off her clothes.

Florence screamed, "It’s really a misunderstanding! Ivy, you bitch, help me..."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Huang noticed Ivy too, and grabbed a wine glass to throw at her, "You’re no good either, you slut!"

Ivy, caught off guard and with no time to dodge, was suddenly pulled into a strong embrace.

Sebastian Blackwood?

"Crash—"

The wine glass fell to the ground, and Sebastian’s tall figure stood protectively in front of Ivy.

"Who...who are you?"

Mrs. Huang had never seen such an imposing man, her brashness momentarily tempered.

"You aren’t worthy to know."

Sebastian said coldly, dragging Ivy away.

Ivy felt a mix of emotions; it seemed every time there was trouble, he would appear by her side at just the right moment...

Florence watched as Ivy was taken away by the man, seething with anger inside.

It was actually Master Blackwood?

But why only save Ivy!