Soon after, Violet received a message from Stanley.
Puzzled, she saw the photo he'd sent.
In it, she and Ivan sat in a restaurant eating.
Violet was first surprised at how Stanley had such a photo before she wondered who had actually
taken the photo.
"See that?" The man asked in a deep voice.
Violet rubbed her cheek, "I'm sorry, Stanley, I didn't mean to hide from you."
"Oh?" Stanley narrowed his eyes, "Why?"
Violet sighed, "Well, I did not tell you because I didn't want to worry you. Today I went to the magazine
company to see those singers but on the way back I met a gang, and almost got raped by them"
Before she could finish her sentence, a loud bang could be heard on the other end of the phone.
It should be the sound from the chair sliding.
Violet guessed that it was probably the sound Stanley made when he heard her words and jerked up
from his chair.
"Stanley ......"
As she was about to shout out, she was interrupted by Stanley's nervous query, "Are you okay?"
"I am ok." Violet smiled and shook her head, "Don't worry, it was Ivan who saved me, otherwise I might
have really been raped, so I invited him for a meal to thank him. I didn't tell you, because I don’t you to
worry, and since he saved me, I couldn’t tell you where he is."
Stanley was greatly relieved to hear that she was fine, "Well, I know, but Ivan appeared so promptly,
did you ever think that those two men were perhaps arranged by him?"
"It's not him." Violet replied with certainty, "Those two men have been entrenched in this area for a long
time, and there's news about them on the internet, so I don't think Ivan would have done such a thing."
Stanley pondered for a few seconds and felt it was true, "Where is he now?"
Violet hesitated and answered, "He's already gone, but Stanley, let him off the hook, he saved me, we
......"
"Ok." Before she could finish her sentence, Stanley agreed.
Violet smiled, "Really?"
Stanley nodded, "But next time, I won't let him off the hook."
Violet nodded her head repeatedly.
She thought the same. Ivan had saved her, so she returned the favor.
If they met again, she wouldn't be soft-hearted as long as it didn't involve saving her life like today.
"By the way, Stanley, how did you have the photo of me and Ivan having dinner?" Violet asked,
puzzled.
Stanley rubbed his brow and sat down again, "It was sent to me from an unfamiliar overseas number."
"Overseas number?" Violet was confused, "Who is it?"
"I don't know, Fraser is looking into it, there should be results soon." Stanley said.
Violet nodded, "Ok."
It seemed that person not only knew Stanley, but also knew her, and knew that she was Stanley's wife.
Who the hell could that be?
As she was thinking, a cold wind blew by and Violet shivered in the cold.
Stanley heard it and frowned, "Cold?"
"Yes, it is windy." Violet rubbed her arms.
Stanley softly admonished, "Then go back."
"Okay." Violet nodded and was to hang up the phone.
Suddenly, she thought of something and hastily called out to the man, "Wait, Stanley, I have something
to tell you."
"What?" Stanley put the phone back to his ear.
Violet's face turned serious, "It's about your parents. Ivan revealed to me that the one who ran over
your parents, besides his father, there is another murderer."
"What did you say?" Stanley's face changed.
Violet took a breath and spoke slowly, "Ivan said that that person tricked your parents into going down
that road before the people Sam arranged had a chance to bump into them, so it's a chain plan, but
whether it's true or not, I'm not sure."
Stanley held the phone in a death grip and didn't say anything.
Violet listened to his heavy breathing and got worried, "Stanley, are you okay?"
Only after a long time did he speak in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine, I got it, and I will confirm it."
"Ok." Violet squeezed the corners of her mouth.
The call ended, and Stanley dropped his phone on his desk, holding his forehead with one hand, his
breath low around him.
After a few moments, he grabbed his car keys and got up, walked out of the office and drove alone to
the old mansion.
Bang!
The door of the old mansion was slammed open and Stanley walked in.
Sam and his wife were eating when they heard the commotion and were both taken aback.
Sam stood up and looked at Stanley with a grim face, "What are you doing here?"
Stanley walked over with his slender legs, "I want to know who else was involved in the plan to kill my
parents back then besides you!"
Hearing these words, Sam's pupils shrank, and his wife Kelley's face even turned pale.
Some time ago, Stanley suddenly dealt with their family without even a reason and directly bankrupted
their business.
In the end, it was Ivan who told them that the real reason for Stanley to deal with them was that Stanley
knew that they had killed his parents.
They had been somewhat unconvinced, after all, what was done back then was so hidden, and his
grandfather had destroyed all the evidence, it was impossible for Stanley to find out.
Yet now Stanley's words confirmed what Ivan had said.
Stanley really knew about that truth.
"I ...... I don’t understand what you're saying." Sam's eyes flashed, unwilling to admit it.
Stanley's eyes narrowed, and he raised his foot and kicked the table over directly.
Kelley popped up in shock and ran directly behind Sam to hide.
Sam was stunned by this move of Stanley, his face was blue, and his hands, pointing at Stanley, were
trembling, "You ...... You ......"
"You still want to hide it?" Stanley looked at him with icy eyes.
Sam subconsciously shivered, "I don't know."
Stanley's thin lips hooked up a cold arc as he lifted his long leg again and kicked Sam in the belly.
Sam fell to the ground, taking Kelley with him.
The couple fell heavily to the ground, ouching in pain, unable to get up.
"You ...... How dare you, I'm your uncle, dare you hit me!" Sam pointed at Stanley and roared with eyes
wide with anger.
Stanley's expression remained unchanged as he looked at them from above, "What wouldn't I dare?
you killed your brother, why can’t I hit you?"
"......" Sam suddenly ran out of words and did not know what to say.
A hint of impatience flashed in Stanley's eyes, "Still refusing to talk now?"
Sam stood up holding his back, his face twisted in pain, "I really don't know."
Stanley obviously didn't believe it.
Sam looked at him, "No matter how you ask me, I don't know it. I admit that I killed your parents, and I
also admit that someone had the plan to kill your parents back then by leading them down that road,
but I don't know who that person was."
Stanley saw the seriousness in Sam's eyes and realized he probably wasn't lying, his heart sank and
his face didn't look good, "Ivan said someone helped you back then and that person would surprise me,
so it's obvious he knows who that person was, how can you not know?"
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