"Sit!" Stanley didn't answer. He raised his chin at the chair opposite the table.
Violet walked to the chair, thanked him, pulled the chair away and sat down.
Stanley crossed his fingers, and then he said, "As mentioned in the last meeting, how are you doing
with the design plan for this fall?"
"It's almost done." Violet replied.
"Is there an archive?" Stanley asked.
"Yes." Violet nodded.
Stanley turned the laptop around and pushed it to her.
Violet tapped the keyboard a few times before returning the computer to Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, it's
done."
Stanley let out a hmm, and slid his mouse to check.
After watching it for about a few minutes, he suddenly thought of something and called Fraser in, "Pour
Violet a cup of coffee and get a pieces of the Black Forest."
"Mr. Murphy..." Violet was just about to say no need. Fraser took the lead in responding, "Okay, I'm
going to prepare now."
With that said, he took a deep look at Violet, then turned and walked towards the door.
He was still wondering why Mr. Murphy asked him to buy cakes in recent days.
After buying them back, Mr. Murphy didn't eat it himself. He just let Fraser put them in the refrigerator
and threw them away after work, and then added a new piece the next day.
Soon, Fraser came back with a tray, and put the coffee and cake in front of Violet one by one.
Violet looked at Stanley opposite with a little embarrassment, "Mr. Murphy, is it okay?"
"Don't you like it?" Stanley looked up from behind the computer.
Violet waved her hand again and again, "No, just eating in your office..."
"It doesn't matter. There are many projects. It will take a while after I read it. You can eat something to
kill the time."
After saying this, Stanley buried his head again and ignored her.
He had already said this, so Violet couldn’t resist anymore. She picked up a delicate fork, cut a small
piece of cake and put it in her mouth. The unique taste hit her taste buds and made her so happy that
she squinted eyes.
"Is it delicious?" Stanley asked suddenly, and the finger sliding the mouse stopped.
"Very delicious." Violet licked the cream on the fork and replied with a smile.
Seeing her delicate lips, Stanley’s eyes dimmed. His voice became low, and a little hoarse, "That's
good. You can take the rest away after a while."
"What…?"
"To the two children." Knowing what she was going to say, Stanley interrupted her directly.
Violet opened her mouth, then smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Murphy."
Stanley gave a hmm and looked at Fraser.
Fraser pushed his glasses, "Got it! I'm going to pack them now."
See! He guessed it right.
That cake was prepared for Violet.
Half an hour later, Violet walked out of Mr. Murphy's office with a cake box to the design department.
On the way, she received a call from George, "Violet, are you free tonight?"
"Yes, what's the matter?" Violet asked back.
George stood in front of the window and said warmly, "Here is the thing. I have a paper on brain that
has been published in International Journal of Medicine."
"Really?" Violet was pleasantly surprised.
George nodded slightly, "Yeah."
"That's really congratulations to you, George." Violet hurriedly congratulated him, sincerely happy for
him.
George smiled lightly, "Thank you. How about we go to dinner tonight, just as a celebration?"
"Just the two of us?" Violet asked.
George's glasses slightly reflected light, "Of course not, I invited Jessie too."
"Okay, send me the address. I will go there after work." Violet readily agreed when she heard Jessie
would come.
After the phone was hung up, George's text message was sent over.
Violet frowned when she saw the address above, "the Scarlet Youth, I remember it is a restaurant in
the form of a bar. It seems that I can't take two children there."
After whispering, she put away the phone, opened the door of the design department and went in
Soon after her figure disappeared, Stanley walked out from the corner of the elevator, carrying a bag in
his hand, looking at the direction of the design department. No one knew what he was thinking about.
After a while, he pursed his thin lips, turned and left without hesitation, and returned to the top floor.
Fraser was a little surprised to see Stanley coming back so soon, "Mr. Murphy, didn't you go to give the
clothes to Violet? Why are the clothes still there?"
His eyes fell on the bag Stanley was holding.
Stanley didn't reply to him. After putting down the bag, he asked quietly, "Did Henry ask me to go to the
Scarlet Youth for a drink at night?"
"Yes." Fraser nodded.
Stanley pulled on his tie, "Tell him I will go there on time."
Fraser was stunned, "But in the morning, didn't you say you can't go?"
"Huh?" Stanley frowned and looked at him displeased.
Facing Stanley’s cold eyes, Fraser touched the tip of his nose, and immediately changed the words, "I
see! I will contact Dr. Baxter now."
After all, he quickly took out his cell phone.
Stanley only then retracted his gaze.
In the evening, Violet took the two children back from the kindergarten. After settling two children down,
she took a taxi to the Scarlet Youth.
When she arrived, George was already sitting in the deck.
Violet walked over, "Sorry, George. I'm late and there was a traffic jam on the road."
She said embarrassedly.
George helped her put the bag aside and smiled slightly, "Never mind. I've just arrived soon. Have a
seat."
Violet gave a hmm, stroked the hem of her skirt and sat down. Then she found that she didn’t see
Jessie, so she looked at George, "Jessie hasn't arrived yet?"
George's smile faded for a moment. He lowered his eyelids and replied, "Jessie just sent me a text
message, saying that she temporarily has something to deal with, so she won't come."
"That's a pity." Violet didn't think much about it, but felt a little regretful.
George smiled and handed her the menu, "Let’s order some food. See what you want to eat."
"Well." Violet took the menu and opened it.
After ordering three dishes, she returned the menu to George.
George just took a look, but he did not order other food. He just ordered a bottle of Louis XIII, which
was a kind of spirits.
When Violet saw it, she was a little worried, "George, how about not drinking? I heard that drinking can
easily affect the stability of the hands. You are a doctor. In case of surgery..."
"It's okay. I'm happy today. Drinking a little doesn't matter." George said with smile.
Since he had said so, what else could Violet do? So she had no choice but to let him drink.
Soon, the wine and food were served.
George opened the lid of the wine bottle, poured out two glasses of wine, and pushed one of them to
Violet.
Violet picked it up, clinked the glass with him lightly, and drank it with her head up.
Louis XIII was the strongest of all the famous wine, and the taste was also very strong. After a glass of
wine, Violet blushed on the spot, and the ends of her eyes were also red.
When George saw this, he smiled, but his mouth was slightly covered by the wine glass.
Violet didn't notice it. After drinking some water to suppress the smell of alcohol in her mouth, she took
out a small exquisite gift box from her bag and gave him, "George, the gift of the thesis."
George didn't expect that she even prepared a gift for him. He couldn't help but froze for a moment.
But soon, he returned to a gentle smile and opened the gift.
In the box was a watch of a light luxury brand. Although it was not as good as a real luxury product, the
price was not low.
George immediately took off the original watch from his wrist, put on the one given by Violet, and then
showed her his wrist, "Violet, thank you. I like it very much."
"As long as you like it." Violet nodded happily.
George poured her another glass of wine.
In a private room on the second floor, there were two men standing at the window and looked down.
One was tall and the other was tall.
The short man suddenly clicked his tongue and said to the tall man beside him, "Stanley, this George is
not a good guy."
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