Violet shook her head, put her gaze back on the computer, and started busy working.
When it was time to get off work in the afternoon, Violet first went to the kindergarten to pick up the two
children and drove them to Jessie’s home, letting Jessie take care of them. Then she took a taxi to the
Sunrise Hotel.
At 7:50, she arrived at the Sunrise Hotel.
As soon as Violet opened the door of the private room, she heard Phoebe's light and fluttering voice,
"Violet, you are late!"
"I'm late?" Violet walked over, raised her mobile phone, and pointed to the time on it, "Isn't it eight
o'clock? It's not eight o’clock yet. Why am I late?"
Phoebe shook the red wine glass, staring at her with a smile, "I did say eight o'clock at the beginning,
but I changed it to seven o'clock later. I sent the notice to our chat group. You didn't see it?"
Violet pursed her lips, "Sorry, I didn't join that group!"
"Is that so?" Phoebe asked the others with a surprised expression on her face, "You guys didn’t invite
Violet into the chat group?"
"No, the group is full!" someone replied.
Phoebe smiled embarrassedly at Violet, "Sorry, I thought they have already invited you in."
Seeing Phoebe’s fake smile, Violet twitched the corners of her mouth, "It's okay!"
At this moment, she knew everything.
The group was full? They got Phoebe's instruction from the beginning and deliberately didn't invite her
in. But now Phoebe deliberately changed the time in the chat group, the purpose was to make her late,
so as to make something difficult for her!
Sure enough, as soon as Violet pulled the chair away and took a seat, Phoebe placed a bottle of red
wine in front of her. "Violet, although it is not your fault to be late, you were still late anyway. How about
drinking one bottle of wine to show your apology, okay?"
Sure enough! It was coming!
Violet said inwardly, then pushed the red wine back to Phoebe, "Director Hunt, I'm sorry, I can't drink."
Phoebe didn't expect that Violet would refuse her so directly, then her face suddenly became gloomy.
"What do you mean? Look down upon me?"
"Of course not, it's just that I feel uncomfortable today. I ate two cephalosporins, so..."
While talking, Violet took out a box of cephalosporin from her bag and put it on the table.
Looking at this box of cephalosporins, Phoebe was so angry.
She never expected that Violet, the bitch, would have eaten cephalosporins by coincidence!
"Director Hunt, you see, I can't drink. But I can still drink juice. How about I drink juice?" Violet looked at
Phoebe who was opposite.
Phoebe pulled a long face and replied, "No need!"
Juice?
What juice could make people get drunk?
"Thank you so much!" Violet smiled and put away the cephalosporin.
This cephalosporin was not that she specially prepared, but she had always had this habit.
In abroad, she would often go out to parties with her teacher. Drinking was unavoidable at parties. After
a long time, there was something wrong with her stomach. Later, under George's suggestion, she
started to carry a box of cephalosporins with her so that she didn't have to drink.
During this meal, Phoebe was unhappy. Other people cared about her emotions, so naturally they
couldn’t be happy. The meal was very depressing. Only Violet was very satisfied.
When they almost finished eating, Violet got up and went to the toilet.
But as soon as she walked outside the door, a tall figure suddenly sprang out from the men's toilet next
to her, grabbed her wrist, and pushed her against the wall.
The sudden change shocked Violet. Just as she was about to scream, the man covered her mouth.
"Shhh, don't make any sound! Do me a favor, or I will kill you!" The man warned in a hoarse voice.
Violet immediately did not dare to move, nodding.
Seeing that she was so obedient, the man smiled with satisfaction, then buried his head on her neck,
as if he was kissing her.
At this time, some footsteps came from not far away, accompanied by the voice of speaking.
"Search, he must be still nearby. You go to the front to see. You go to the toilet to see."
"Yes!"
Then the footsteps dispersed.
Violet heard one was walking towards them, getting closer and closer, making her body tense.
The man felt her nervousness and then he pinched her right neck, "Relax! If I’m found out because of
you, do you believe I will kill you?"
Hearing this, Violet felt scared and couldn’t stand firmly by herself.
The man took this opportunity to hug her firmly and let her lie in his arms.
The actions of the two, in the eyes of others, were completely a couples flirting outside the toilet.
Because of this, those people just passed by them, and left without stopping.
Finally, the man let go of Violet.
Violet had a chance to see the man’s face clearly.
He was very handsome and had a noble temperament. The clothes he wore did not have any brand
labels, but the style was very good. At first glance, it was handmade. Obviously, his identity was not
ordinary.
When Violet was looking at the man, the man was also looking at her.
When seeing Violet’s face, the man's light brown eyes flashed a strange light, which was fleeting.
"Thank you! May I have your name? I will repay you when I have the opportunity." Ivan stretched out a
hand toward Violet, wanting to make friends with her.
But Violet only sorted out her clothes, and didn't mean to shake hands with him. She said lightly, "No
need. We won't see each other anyway."
A person with a not-so-simple identity was chased by others! She wouldn’t make friends with this
dangerous person unless she was stupid.
Thinking about it, Violet didn't even look at Ivan, and walked past him.
Ivan touched his chin and looked at Violet's back, as if he was looking at a prey. His eyes were filled
with interest, until Violet disappeared.
When Violet returned to the private room, Phoebe was no longer there. Violet asked the designer next
to her. The designer said that Phoebe left after she answered the phone and her face was a bit bad. No
one knew what was going on!
Since Phoebe left, the rest of the people naturally wouldn’t stay here. After barely filling their stomachs,
they also left the hotel one after another.
The next day, when Violet arrived at the company, she was called to the meeting room for a meeting.
As soon as she walked to the door of the meeting room, she met Stanley and Fraser who also came
here for the meeting.
"Mr. Murphy." Violet greeted Stanley.
Stanley didn't expect to meet her here. Just about to respond, he saw the hickey on her neck. His eyes
dimmed suddenly, and his face changed!
Who was she with last night?
George, or another man?
Seeing Stanley staring at Violet with a very gloomy expression on his face, Fraser asked confusedly,
"Mr. Murphy, what's the matter with you?"
Stanley didn't answer. He retracted his gaze, and walked into the meeting room with a sullen face.
Fraser glanced at Violet confusedly, and intuitively felt that the weird emotion of Mr. Murphy was related
to her, but he didn't ask, just quickly followed.
At the meeting, Violet stood in front of the multimedia screen and told all the senior executives about
her next garment making process and her thoughts on the show.
Her ideas were very novel which made all the senior executives surprised. They asked Violet about the
feasibility of these ideas.
Only Stanley looked at her without saying a word. His eyes were complicated.
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