"Carl, I know where Violet is. Can you get me out of here?" Elle asked. She needed to secure her escape plan."And?" Carl's voice was cold. He didn't give Elle any chance to negotiate.Elle hesitated for a bit before saying, "She came to the Browns' villa before. If you promise to take me with you, I can help you find her.""I got it," Carl answered. He didn't give Elle any more promises."Carl, hello …" Elle still wanted to speak, but Carl had already hung up the phone.Her eyes turned dark when she heard the beeping sound after the call ended. A sinister and disdainful smirk formed on her lips.Violet! When Elle found Violet the next time, she would definitely leave Violet no mercy.She hoped Violet would suffer so much that she wished she were dead!Violet, who sat in Novya's office, felt a chill crept up her back. She raised her head to look at Novya. Novya had the same serious expression on his face just like an hour ago.His suspicious eyes closed in on Violet. He asked,
Silvia seemed to soften up after Violet apologized."A Walker bastard left this behind," she said coldly."A Walker bastard?" Violet's eyes widened, and her fists clenched tight. "Who?"The only people Violet knew to have Walker as their last names were Carl and Lucy. Chill crept up her back. She felt worse when she thought of Lucy's death.Silvia took in the tiny changes in Violet's expression.She smiled and scoffed, "Don't make wild guesses. He was just a bastard who worked for Carl. He helped Carl move the near-dying Whitney to the crocodile pond."Violet couldn't help but say, "But … Whitney wasn't at the crocodile pond."She still had vivid memories of her journey to the crocodile pond. The bloody pond indeed had human blood.But didn't Reed tell her that Whitney wasn't there?Besides, Violet had gone to the pond herself and was in close contact with the crocodiles. She was sure that Whitney had not been sent there."She's indeed not at the crocodile pond. She's at a pl
Violet hadn't identified the caller before her phone was knocked off. A man's pleasant voice quickly followed. "Sorry."Violet frowned and looked at the man who approached her. He had his head down and seemed like he was in a hurry."Sorry, really sorry," the man sincerely apologized while he scrambled to help Violet pick up the phone. However, a grin flashed across his face as his ploy was successful."It's okay," Violet replied indifferently and took her phone back from the man."Sorry, I'm rushing to catch my flight. I'm really sorry." The man smiled apologetically and went past Violet, sprinting forward.Violet realized the time. It was 20 minutes before her flight would take off.She couldn't waste more time!After her flight ticket was checked, she rushed to the boarding gate. The flight had arrived. She quickly boarded the plane with her belongings.She was rushing throughout the whole process. Of course she didn't realize that her phone had been tampered with.By the t
While Carl had left, Violet was restless for a long time.Carl had been absolutely attentive to Isabelle, which made Violet clench her fists in frustration.She didn't know why Carl would bring Isabelle here, but she was sure that the two of them had no good intentions.Maybe Carl had come with Isabelle to obtain the family crest from Donald as soon as possible.As she thought of this, Violet grew more determined. She couldn't let them get the family crest. She must get it before they did.Her eyes narrowed, and she returned to the sofa like a stealthy cat. She went through the surveillance footage of every corridor.After going through more than 150 pieces of footage, her eyes grew tired. Unfortunately, she couldn't spot Donald.Was Donald not in any of these rooms?No way!She must have missed something.Violet had her assumptions, and she regained her focus on several luxurious rooms with a golden theme. She studied the surveillance footage carefully.Maybe the heavens ha
Violet didn't answer. She only swung her fist toward Carl's chest, hitting him again and again. She thought that this time, Carl would definitely fight back, so she could pretend to back away from him and escape quickly from the window.However, she miscalculated. Carl couldn't bear to hurt her, much less let her leave.He grabbed Violet's fists while his expression was tense. He gritted out, "Violet, if you do not wish to be the next one to lie on Donald's bed, you better listen to me." His tone was very low, but there was no mistaking his threatening growl.He inched closer toward Violet's face while his hand traveled up Violet's arm."Let go of me!" Violet glared at him and tried to attack him. Yet, the laughter outside the door grew louder, making Violet grimace. She could only hide in the closet for now.She was here to steal the Whites' family crest, not argue with Carl."That's a good girl." Carl saw that Violet hid in the closet and smiled lightly. He quickly made a mess
Carl remained calm as usual. Although he had doubts, he still smiled. "Yeah. I knew you wouldn't like this, so I hid it in a rush. I didn't expect you to find it!" "Indeed." Donald smiled, but his gaze on Carl never relaxed. The cunning Donald knew that Carl was much more manipulative than he seemed. Would Carl really keep stopping Donald if he was just hiding a terrible piece of clothing?He did not believe it!"Yup. This thing is worthless anyway." Carl noticed Donald's lingering suspicion and slowly walked to the closet. He took the clothing from Donald's hands. He could still smell a familiar, light fragrance on it. It was clear that Violet had just left."But because it belongs to someone else, I feel sentimental toward it." Carl smiled and met Donald's sly gaze. Carl changed the topic, "That's enough. Oh, why am I talking about this with you, Mr. Brown? I've prepared something special for you in my own closet. It would be my pleasure if you want to check it out.""Of
Violet and Carl fought for a long time in Donald's room before they slowly stopped.Carl stood to the side, his expression stony, while Violet leaned on the window, her eyes flickering."I don't have time to mess around with you." Violet glared at him. She watched the doorway. Every movement and sound made her tense up. She guessed that someone had returned."I'll talk to you next time!" Her agile body leaped out of the window and disappeared into the night.Carl followed her but halted at the window. He stared at the bright moon in the night sky and smiled ever so slightly. He got up slowly and went back to Donald's bedroom. After some searching, he quickly left through the window.Carl's and Violet's movements were swift and practiced. Even if someone opened the door at that moment, they wouldn't even see them leaving. "Everyone, come here!" Once Carl returned to his room, he heard a commotion coming from the room next to his. Donald was shouting up a storm.What happened t
Isabelle's thoughts were in a jumble. She glanced at Carl, who looked calm, and Donald, who was sitting in the wheelchair with a serious gaze.Perhaps she should have followed Seth's suggestion and stirred up trouble between Carl and Donald as soon as possible. She should get the family crests from both the Walker family and the White family before the child was born."Carl, are you still angry over what happened that day? Don't be angry. She didn't do it on purpose. We really don't need to be so petty." Isabelle pretended to be understanding, but Carl frowned slightly. Every time Isabelle was generous and forgiving, it was a telltale sign that she was going to carry out some wicked plan. This also meant that Violet might get harmed.Although Carl believed that Violet was capable enough to deal with Isabelle, he honestly wished that Violet would never get hurt. Moreover, Violet had one more enemy to deal with—Donald. "Isabelle, you must be tired. Let's go back." Carl hinted to h