Knowing what she was going to say, Violet didn’t dare to look into her eyes. Then she quickly
interrupted Jessie, "No. Didn't I tell you that Calvin and Arya's biological father is an old man about fifty
years old?"
Hearing this, Jessie suddenly felt like she was splashed with cold water. The excitement disappeared in
an instant, and she sighed with regret, "They are so alike. Why?"
Violet laughed twice and changed the topic, "Okay, let's not talk about it. Where are the two kids?"
"They fell asleep after playing games." Jessie answered.
"I'll take a look." Violet changed her shoes and entered the house.
Jessie closed the door and went with her.
Seeing the two children sleeping so soundly in the small bed, Violet's eyes were gentle, "Jessie, thank
you."
"Never mind." Jessie waved her hand.
Violet gently closed the door of the children's room, "Would you like a drink?"
"Yeah." Jessie's eyes lit up.
Violet went to the kitchen to get two cans of beer and threw one to her.
Jessie caught it with both hands and opened the lid directly, raising her head to take a mouthful, "Cool!"
Violet smiled, took a sip, and then asked about the studio.
She had never been to the studio since she went to the Murphy Group.
Now the studio was run by Jessie alone, so she didn't know what was going on.
However, when Jessie heard her question, the speed of drinking slowed down. The expression on her
face was a little heavy.
Violet saw it and then put down the beer, "Did something happen?"
Jessie rubbed her hair, "It's not a big deal. But recently, a studio much larger than us is suppressing
us."
"What's the reason?" Violet frowned.
"Jealous!" Jessie suddenly squeezed the can in her hand, and said with anger, "Don't you often make
design drafts? So the clothes in our studio are very new. Soon, their studio sent someone to investigate
us, trying to hire you over."
"Oh?" Violet raised her eyebrows.
Jessie curled her lips in disdain, "You are one of the bosses of my studio, and the chief designer. How
could I agree? Then they started targeting us, and even ruined the cooperation between us and a
clothing factory. Not only that, but also misappropriating our designs."
"What's the name of that studio? Who is the owner?" Violet asked, pursing her lips.
Jessie drank the last sip of beer in can. "The studio is called the Light. As for who the boss is, I really
don't know. It's quite mysterious."
"I'll let Calvin look it up in a while." After thinking about it, Violet said.
Although it was not good to investigate others in this way, she hated enemies hiding in the dark.
If she couldn’t figure it out, she would step into their traps at any time.
"Okay, after you find out, tell me." Jessie stood up.
Violet nodded. She knew Jessie was going to leave.
In the evening, Calvin woke up. Violet told him about it.
Then Calvin found out the boss behind this studio.
Violet took a look and was happy!
Actually it was an old acquaintance, Phoebe!
When she heard the name of that studio, she should have thought of it.
"Mommy, do you have grudges with this woman?" Seeing Violet laugh, Calvin couldn't help but speak.
Violet looked at him, "Why did you say that?"
"Because there are her everywhere. Mommy, when you work with Uncle Murphy, she bullied Mommy.
Now, she still uses her studio to bully Mommy's studio, which is really annoying!" Calvin waved a small
fist.
"Yeah, it's so annoying!" Arya agreed.
Violet touched the heads of the two children. Just when she was about to speak, Calvin narrowed his
eyes, "Mommy, I'll help you teach her a lesson!"
Hearing the coldness in his words, Violet frowned. She suddenly realized that the child's hostility was a
bit heavy.
"Calvin!" Violet lifted Calvin's face, lowered her head and looked at him seriously, "Listen, this is
Mommy's business. Mommy will solve it. You don't need to do it, and you can't do it privately. Got it?"
She had always known that Calvin’s IQ was too high and precocious, but being precocious did not
mean that his thoughts and psychology would follow to grow up. She didn’t want to Calvin get involved
into adults’ complicated world. It was very unfavorable to Calvin's growth.
She even began to regret letting Calvin investigate Phoebe. But luckily, she found it early. She wouldn't
do it again in the future.
Calvin didn't know what Violet was thinking. Seeing that she was so serious, he didn't dare to make her
angry, so he titled his head obediently, "Got it, Mommy!"
"Good boy!" Violet smiled again.
Arya tilted her head and looked at the two of them blankly. She didn't know what mystery Mommy was
saying to her brother.
"Okay, you guys go to play. Mommy has to call Jessie." Violet took out the phone and showed it to
them.
Calvin jumped off the chair, took Arya by the hand, and went to the living room to watch TV.
Violet dialed Jessie's phone number and told her the details of the Light.
Then the two prepared to sue the Light in the name of embezzling the design. Tomorrow, Phoebe
would receive a subpoena from the court!
Thinking about it, Violet laughed.
However, in this lawsuit, she did not intend to come forward. She just left it to Jessie.
Because she didn't plan to expose for the time being that she was the designer Phoebe wanted to
poach.
The next day.
Violet was drawing the design which she promised to Stanley in her office. Suddenly, the landline on
the table rang.
She kept drawing, picked up the microphone in her other hand and put it to her ear, "Hello, this is
Violet."
"Violet, this is the front desk in the lobby on the first floor." A gentle and nice female voice sounded.
Violet responded without raising her head, "What’s up?"
"There is a lady looking for you."
"Lady?" Violet was stunned, "What is her full name?"
"She didn’t want to tell me. She just asked me to tell you, ten minutes later, see you in Beach Cafe."
"I see." Violet hung up, biting her lips and thinking.
Unwilling to reveal her name? So mysterious? Who was it?
After thinking for a while, Violet put down the pencil and stood up. Then she picked up the bag, and
was going to see the lady.
Beach Cafe was next to the Murphy Group. Violet arrived within a few minutes.
After entering, she saw a person sitting only by the window in the huge coffee shop.
The woman turned her back to Violet, so Violet couldn't see her face. But the woman was dressed in a
cheongsam with her hair curled up, which looked so noble and rich.
It should be her, right?
Violet walked over, "Hello, Madam, are you the one who wants to see me?"
The lady put down the coffee in her hand and looked up at Violet, but there was no answering.
Violet was also looking at her. The lady was probably in her fifties, but her skin was well maintained
and she looked good. But her cheekbones were slightly higher, which made her look a little bit mean,
making it difficult to get close to her.
"Are you Violet?" The lady finally spoke. Her voice was indifferent.
Violet nodded, "Yes."
"Sure enough, it’s a vixen." The lady snorted coldly with disgust.
Violet paused when she pulled the chair, and frowned slightly.
But soon, she returned to nature again, calmly pulled away the rotating chair and sat down. She replied
with smile, "Thank you for the compliment."
"When did I compliment you?" The lady looked inexplicable.
Violet tucked her hair behind her ears and said, "Just now, didn't you say that I am a vixen? Now
everyone knows that vixen can describe a woman beautiful. They are no longer derogatory terms. You
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