"Yeah, but the magazine paid a big price for inviting these singers, including the clothing, the magazine
needed it to be inclusive, so the magazine wanted to find a clothes designer for the magazine shoot.
Originally they found a few top designers, but ......"
"They were rejected?" Violet asked.
Linda nodded, "Pretty much, because there was an exchange meeting between the top designers and
they don’t have time to design clothes for the magazine, so they turned it down."
"I see, the annual exchange meeting of top designers. The time is not right." Violet laughed.
Linda took a sip of water, "So the magazine backed off and tried to find a designer with good strength,
and when they approached me, I was walking in a dress you designed, so after I shot the magazine,
they contacted me and tried to get me to pull strings for you and them."
"Wait a minute." Violet raised her hand, "So they want me to design clothes for them?"
"Yeah, they said your designs were great and they want you to design for them, Violet, what do you
think?" Linda looked at her.
Violet's heart inevitably fluttered.
Linda took her hand, "Violet, try it, the chance to design clothes for so many top singers at once is
almost non-existent, you must try it."
Listening to her encouragement, Violet took a deep breath before nodding, "Okay, I'll try."
"Great, I'll reply to the magazine right now." Saying that, Linda took out her phone and made a call out.
Violet just quietly drank her tea.
After two minutes, Linda finished the call.
"They asked me to bring you over tomorrow to talk about the collaboration in detail." Linda said.
Violet responded with a smile, "Okay."
"Uh-huh." Linda nodded her head repeatedly.
Violet put down her teacup and got up, "Well, I'm going upstairs first."
"Go ahead, go ahead." Linda waved her hand.
Violet smiled and headed upstairs.
The two children stayed in their room to play, and Violet didn't bother them, but gently closed the door
and went back to her bedroom.
"You are back." Stanley's low voice came.
Violet nodded, "Yeah."
"What did you talk about?" Stanley walked over to her.
Violet stretched out and spilled the beans.
Stanley raised his eyebrows, "This magazine is famous, it's one of the several authoritative magazines
in the world. If you design clothes for their singers, you will be famous too, and there will be other
actors and singers will want you to design clothes for them in the future."
"I know, so I am in." Violet replied.
Stanley asked again, "When are you going?"
"Tomorrow."
Stanley frowned, "I'm going back home tomorrow with two children."
"I know, the day after tomorrow is Monday." Violet buried her head on his chest.
Stanley stroked her hair, "I'll have Fraser book a flight for the afternoon, and I'll go there with you in the
morning."
He wanted to spend time with her in his final hours before he was back home.
Because they could not see each other again for a long time after this seperation.
Violet didn't refuse, and agreed with a nod.
The next day, Stanley and Violet left the two children at the villa and drove to the magazine company,
together with Linda.
After some negotiations, Violet smoothly signed the contract with the magazine.
Since she still had to participate in the competition, the magazine gave Violet half a month to draw out
her design.
As for the dress making, the magazine company would not bother Violet but take the design to the
tailor to make it.
This was something that Violet naturally had no objection to, after all, she really didn't have much time.
After signing the contract, Violet left the magazine company.
In the car, Stanley received a call from Fraser, "Mr. Murphy, Miss Ellis is in the hospital."
Stanley wasn't surprised by the call.
Ivy's hunger strike, coupled with the fact that she wasn't particularly well, it was only a matter of time
before she ended up in the hospital.
"I know." So Stanley faintly said.
Fraser coughed, not knowing what to say, and finally spoke up, "Dr. Baxter seems to be very angry."
Stanley nodded, "He is calling me."
When he finished, he hung up on Fraser and picked up Henry's phone.
Henry questioned loudly, "Stanley, do you know that Ivy is hospitalized?"
"I know." Stanley replied with one hand on the steering wheel.
Violet sat on the passenger seat and glanced at his phone without speaking.
Linda, who was in the back seat, naturally didn't dare to speak up.
Henry added, "Stanley, you said you wouldn't take Ivy's life and would only keep her locked up, what
about now? She passed out from starvation and she has such a long cut on her wrist."
"And?" Stanley was expressionless.
Henry's eyes widened in anger, "And? What's your attitude? Ivy is in the hospital now ......"
"She asked for it." Stanley interrupted him, "I just had her locked up, other than that, nothing more was
done to her, the injury on her wrist was caused by her suicide attempt, and the starvation fainting was
because of her hunger strike."
"What?" Henry froze, "Ivy did it herself?"
"Do you think I would have someone slit her wrists and prevent her from eating?" A touch of mockery
crossed Stanley's eyes, "I won’t use such untoward methods to get back at someone. If I'm going to get
back at someone, I'll just knock her into the abyss and she will never get up again, do you
understand?"
"......" Henry was speechless.
After a few seconds, he asked in a dumb voice, "Why did Ivy kill herself?"
"It's just a trick." Stanley sneered.
Henry heard that and instantly understood what was going on.
Ivy forced Stanley by committing suicide, to earn Stanley's forgiveness, or to force Stanley to divorce
Violet and to be with her.
But by Stanley's attitude, he guessed that it would be the second one.
So Ivy was still obsessed.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Stanley asked faintly as he saw Henry’s hesitation to spea.
Henry responded, "No, sorry, I thought it was you that did that to Ivy."
Stanley coldly chortled, "Alright, since you broke up with Ivy, you should leave her alone."
"...... Ok." Henry nodded his head.
Stanley cut off the communication, and then before Violet could ask, he told her about the call.
Violet skimmed her lips, not bothering to say anything more other than to look down on Ivy even more.
Linda couldn't help but speak up, "Violet, Ivy is narrow-minded, since she knows Mr. Murphy, she must
also be a luxury family's daughter, but she actually only has men in her eyes, and for the sake of a
man, she made herself inhuman, it's really sad."
She hadn't met Ivy though.
But hearing Stanley's description just now, she learned that Ivy valued only men.
When Violet saw Stanley's darkening face, she covered her mouth and chuckled, "Linda, the man
you're talking about is your boss, my husband."
"What?" Linda was confused and looked towards Stanley incredulously.
Seeing Stanley's cold face, Linda spat out, smiling dryly with cold sweat, "Mr. Murphy, I don't know that.
You did not make it clear and I thought you were talking about another man.”
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