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
"You don't need to know who I am," Carl said coldly. "Let him go!""What if I don't let go?" Violet scoffed and swiftly moved. In less than ten seconds, she pushed Finn out and lunged toward Carl. Carl was afraid of hurting Violet, so he didn't shoot but got ready to fight her. She lashed out ruthlessly, as if she were determined to win. Carl's gaze darkened, and he threw the gun to the side. His palm swung toward Violet at high speed.He was going to stop her and wrapped her in his arms again.But Violet was waiting for the moment he threw the gun. She bent down and slid toward him, kicking out her foot. When Carl dodged, she leaned over and picked up the gun. The gun pointed at Carl's forehead. Violet's gaze held clear hatred. "Carl, where is Whitney?" Violet asked."She's … just a dead person. What's even the purpose of this question?" Carl arched an eyebrow and did not answer her directly."Tell me, where is she!" Violet stepped forward, her finger placed on the trigger.
The family crest looked like half of a tiger insignia—a small, crouched tiger without its tail. Did it command so much power, enough to make Carl ignore his beloved woman in danger?"Mr. Nathaniel, the family crest holds great importance. Madam Miranda is also aware that you have the crest." Next to Nathaniel, the old man, Ted Quill, seemed to have sensed Nathaniel's intentions.Ted continued to advise Nathaniel without waiting for him to speak, "Mr. Nathaniel, Madam Miranda sees the family business and fortune to be more important than a woman. Besides, after all the years she spent raising you, she's most afraid that you'd end up making the same mistake as Mr. Skye.""I … I understand." Nathaniel caught the underlying meaning of Ted's words. After a moment of hesitation, he slightly nodded as a sign of agreement.Ted wiped the thin layer of sweat on his forehead and smiled brightly after seeing Nathaniel. Nathaniel seemed to have given up on the idea of giving the family crest to
"To think you're the notorious Nightshade in the underground and the top assassin of Novya Assassin Agency. You're too weak," the little boy scoffed coldly.He stabbed Violet's thigh with a knife again and continued, "Give me the family crest, and I'll let you live! Or you know what's going to happen to you."His voice was chilling, laced with a bloodlust familiar to Violet.Somehow, Violet was reminded of the girl she met when she was being hunted down by the Whites. She had also saved the girl out of compassion. In the end, she got stabbed.Had she made the same mistake again?If Whitney knew her mother was such a fool, she wouldn't leave Violet alone, would she?Tears welled up in Violet's eyes as a faint smile appeared on her lips. She thought of Whitney's adorable face. She slowly took out a silver needle and stopped the part of her body that was bleeding."I'll never give it to you." She regained her usual composure, arrogant and aloof. She looked calm as she looked at the