"I'm okay." Violet nodded.
Stanley's tight face eased a lot, "That's good."
"Haha, Mr. Murphy, you and your fiancée have a very good relationship." A commenter said suddenly.
Violet was a little embarrassed. As soon as she was about to say that she was not Stanley's fiancée,
Stanley spoke, "Thank you."
Violet looked at him in shock, "Mr. Murphy, why are you..."
Before she finished speaking, Stanley interrupted her, "There is no need to explain. There are some
things, the more you explain, the more difficult it will be for people to believe. It will only waste time."
Hearing this, Violet nodded slightly, "You’re right."
"Drink this." Stanley put a glass of orange juice in front of her.
Violet glanced, "Orange juice?"
"Well, you only drank wine last night, so don't drink it tonight. I don't want you to vomit on another car."
Stanley took a sip of his red wine and said lightly.
Violet blushed and lowered her head a little embarrassedly, "Ah, I'll go to the bathroom."
With that, she got up and got out of the private room.
After she came out of the bathroom, she was about to return when she suddenly saw a familiar figure
walking by the end of the corridor.
"Phoebe?"
Violet frowned, wondering why Phoebe was here?
She seemed to be sneaky.
Was she doing something shameful?
Violet bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and decided to follow along.
However, when she chased over, Phoebe was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's she?" Violet murmured suspiciously.
There were no private rooms, only elevators and safe passages. Phoebe should have left.
Thinking about it, Violet sighed regretfully and was about to go back.
But at this moment, Phoebe's voice suddenly came from the passage of the safety staircase, "Where’s
the stuff?"
Violet quickly turned around and approached the safety staircase lightly.
As she approached, she heard another voice. It was a man, "Here."
"Quickly give it to me!" In the passage door of the safety staircase, Phoebe looked at the small bottle in
the man's hand, with excitement on her face. She couldn't wait to reach out to grab it.
But when her hand was about to catch, the man suddenly put the bottle away.
Phoebe looked so angry, "What do you mean?"
The man smiled happily, "Don't worry. I must give you it, but..."
He looked up and down Phoebe.
Phoebe knew what he wanted. Her eyelids drooped to hide the disgust in her eyes, "I advise you to
stop thinking about it, but I am Stanley's fiancée."
"I know. But so what? You have already had sex with me." The man said disapprovingly.
Outside the door, Violet covered her mouth in surprise when she heard this, lest she scream.
Holy shit!
What did she hear? Violet actually cuckolded Stanley!
"That was an accident. I was drunk." Phoebe yelled, clenching her fists.
The man curled his lips, "Come on! You got drunk deliberately that time. You obviously wanted to find a
man to dispel the loneliness. Don't say so grand-sounding."
"You..." Phoebe was very angry with him.
The man waved his hand, "Okay, in a word, stay with me tonight, otherwise..."
"I see." There seemed to be some secrets about Phoebe in the man's hand. Phoebe gritted her teeth
and agreed.
After a while, the sound of the man and the woman having sex sounded inside the door.
Violet was so shocked and left here in a panic.
Back in the private room, she sat down with a pale face.
When Stanley saw her like this, he frowned and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"
"I just..." Violet was just about to tell what she saw, and then she thought of something. She
immediately changed her words, "Nothing. When I just came back, I saw a mouse swish out, which
scared me to death."
"There are mice in the hotel?" Stanley narrowed his eyes, obviously not believing in her words.
Violet didn't dare to look into his eyes. She took a sip of the orange juice in front of her, and replied with
a guilty conscience, "Yes, it's a big one. It should have come from outside."
"Really? It seems that I have to tell the hotel about hygiene issues." Stanley picked up the napkin and
wiped the corners of his mouth.
Violet forced a smile, and said nothing.
It was not that she didn't want to tell him what she saw, but the occasion was wrong. It was a party
now. If she said it out, with his temper, the meal would definitely end here.
In addition, there was another reason, which was, if he learned from others about being cuckolded, he
would be so embarrassed. So Violet wanted to let himself find it out. What she could do was just to
remind him secretly.
So after that, Violet was absent-minded all the time, thinking about how to euphemistically remind
Stanley of being cuckolded.
But by the end of the meal, she didn't think of a good way.
Saying goodbye to all commenters, Violet followed Stanley out of the hotel.
The cold wind hit her. She couldn't help shivering, rubbing the goose bumps that came out of her arms.
After Stanley glanced at it, he took off his coat and threw it on her head.
Violet was startled slightly, "Mr. Murphy?"
"Put it on. It's only four days left before the show of ‘Born of Fire’. You must not be sick and absent,
understand?" Stanley said while wearing a shirt, looking at her.
Violet felt the body temperature remaining on his coat and nodded subconsciously, "Got it! Thank you,
Mr. Murphy."
"Let's go to the side of the road. Fraser will drive over immediately." Stanley put his hand into his
trouser pocket and walked to the side of the road.
Violet put on his coat and followed with a smile.
At the flower bed by the roadside, a man saw Violet and quickly fetched a photo from his pocket. After
comparing it, he dropped his cigarette butt and stood up, then he ran towards Violet quickly.
Then Violet only felt a pulling pain from her shoulder. Her handbag disappeared.
She was shocked for a moment, and then reacted. She said anxiously to the man in front of her, "Mr.
Murphy, my bag was robbed!"
"What?" Stanley's eyes narrowed, "Is there anything important in it?"
"There is the U disk. In it is the design which I have selected and modified. It is new to be used by the
company in the fall. It will be handed over to the garment manufacturer tomorrow." Violet quickly
replied.
Since Phoebe instructed Kara to steal her design, she had habitually copied the design to U disk and
carried it every day, fearing that such a thing would happen again.
Unexpectedly, that situation was gone, but the robbery happened.
Thinking of this, Violet gritted her teeth, "No, I have to catch up with him. If the robber takes the wallet
and phone but throws other things away, it will be troublesome."
With that, she took off her coat and was going to chase.
Stanley stopped her, "I'll go. You stay here to call the police, and wait for Fraser by the way."
"But…"
Stanley didn't give Violet a chance to finish speaking. After pulling off his tie and throwing it on her
hand, Stanley chased in the direction where the robber had left.
"So fast!" Violet looked at Stanley's running speed and couldn't help but opened her mouth wide in
amazement.
She always thought that someone like him who sat in an office all year round must have poor physical
fitness.
Unexpectedly, she was wrong.
"Violet." At this moment, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in front of Violet.
The window rolled down and Fraser's face was exposed to the air, "Why are you here alone? Where's
Mr. Murphy?"
Violet reacted. Then she hurriedly opened the door and got into the car, "Mr. Murphy is chasing after
the robber."
"What?" Fraser raised his voice.
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