Violet's lips curled upward.Helen ducked behind Elsa, avoiding the sharpness in Violet's gaze.With someone on her side, Helen continued her taunts. "I wouldn't be surprised if Whitney, too, turns out to be a fake. Why don't we get rid of her as well while we're at it?"Judging from the murderous glint in Helen's eyes, she would've sent someone to assassinate both Violet and Whitney even if she'd let them go.Elsa tossed the envelope at Violet.Violet opened it and examined the evidence briefly. The sequence of events was intricately linked. Whoever made this certainly made it look convincing enough.Violet couldn't help but imagine her impending fate. After all, with evidence as solid as this one, it was hard to find someone who wouldn't believe it."Mr. Walker performed a DNA test on Whitney before," Ms. Bentley couldn't help but chime in. "Whitney is his biological daughter."Violet couldn't understand why Ms. Bentley would lie so blatantly to Elsa. If her lie were to be ex
"Of course!" the old man promised. "We're going to perform at a psychiatric hospital today. From what I've seen of her, she's perfect for the role of a tree! Let me teach her the basics first."As he spoke, the man led his group of students over to Elsa. He then taught her how to sing and dance."You … What are you doing?" Elsa shouted.As she gradually returned to her senses, she turned to Violet. "Violet Cooper! How dare you lie to me? Do you have a death wish?"Violet was unfazed. "It's not like you're planning to let me walk away alive even if I hadn't lied to you.""Get away from me!" Elsa roared.Despite that, none of them seemed remotely bothered by the iciness on her face. Instead, they remained as enthusiastic as ever.As the group consisted of elderly people, Elsa could not bring herself to meet their advances with violence.She couldn't touch nor harm them. It would only tarnish the reputation of the Walker family.When Violet looked back again from a distance, she
"Leave us for a while," Carl told Reed.Reed helped Violet back to the couch and glanced at her anxiously. Then, he left the room, albeit reluctantly.Violet's arms ached. "Why are you exactly like Whitney?" she protested. "It's just a few pills. They're not even bitter! Would it kill you to swallow them?""Violet." Carl approached her slowly. "Are you a sorceress?"Violet blinked at him. Her reflexes were sluggish due to the alcohol in her body."Why are you calling me that?" she asked, aggrieved. Even the pitch of her voice was raised. "Why are you constantly bullying me?"Carl could not understand what was happening. "If you're not a sorceress that beguiles one's mind, then why …"Why did he always feel so helpless when it came to her?"What did I do wrong now?" Violet pouted. "Was the meal just now too expensive?"Carl placed a hand against her cheek. The warmth emanating from her skin urged him on."There's no need for the pills," he told her before picking up her hand.
Carl raised his arm. Yet, he stopped himself before he could hit her.Violet glared at Carl. She hadn't lost her mind. She just wanted to hit him!These days, her bottom line for Carl's bullying was dropping lower and lower. She had convinced herself it was for Whitney's sake as well as it was for those inexplicable emotions that plagued her relentlessly.It was bad enough that he had taken advantage of her. How dare he say something like this to humiliate her now?Yes, she loved money. But every last cent she had gotten so far was the result of her hard work and her intelligence.Violet suddenly realized that she cared deeply for Carl's opinion of her. In his eyes, was she truly this pathetic?Violet's chest clenched. Carl's words were a knife that dug into her heart and shredded her to pieces.Carl's fists curled as well. The veins on his forearms bulged.None of this was what he'd wanted to say to her. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to voice the actual words in his mind.
Whitney huffed and turned to leave as soon as she overheard Mick and Carl's conversation. She vowed to never be friends with him after this!Mick caught up with her hurriedly. He pulled her back into the nursery. "You've got to let me explain myself first!" he asserted in a low voice.Whitney was understandably upset. "You're a traitor," she pouted."I'm doing this to make your parents talk to each other again, dummy," Mick said.Whitney gazed at him in confusion."Once Carl knows that your mother is the one who made him that cup of coffee, he would definitely seek her out to settle the scores. "And when the time comes, the two of them would have no choice but to talk to one another and be in each other's presence," Mick explained."That actually makes sense." Whitney clapped Mick's shoulder in understanding."I knew you had enough experience in these things all along. I'll thank you properly when Mommy and Daddy make up," she said."And how are you going to do that?" Mick
The man walked over to Violet. "Hello. My name is Nathaniel Skye, the president of Starlight Enterprise. Are you going to the Swansky Banquet Hall?"Starlight Enterprise was the only company in Zeloth that could compete with Horizon Group. They were also internationally renowned."My name is Violet Cooper."Nathaniel gave her a warm smile. "Was your car badly damaged? "I'm heading to the Swansky Banquet Hall too, so I can give you a ride if you need one."Violet blinked and turned to her car. "Can't the car move?" she asked the driver."It can, but it's really scratched up. If we drive this to the banquet … " The driver was worried that Carl would punish him for embarrassing him by arriving at the banquet in such a sorry state.Violet knew the driver pretty well. "Then you should stay and deal with the accident. I'll hitch a ride with Mr. Skye here.""Are you sure you'll be fine?" the driver asked in a low voice.Violet shook her head with a smile. Nathaniel was a well-know
Carl's actions were quite forceful. Just as Violet expected, she heard the sound of her clothes ripping. Violet grabbed Carl's hand hastily and bit down hard on his shoulder. She only loosened her grip when she tasted blood.Covering her cleavage, her amber eyes were filled with confusion and anger.Apart from her job as an assassin, Violet was reluctant to make enemies in her life. However, Carl had crossed the line time and time again. She had endured things and retreated repeatedly, but he was taking it too far!If Violet hadn't needed a backup plan, she would have castrated Carl right there and then."Mr. Walker." Violet's voice trembled with restrained fury. "I've found the traitor in the villa, and your marriage issue has been resolved. I'll be taking Whitney with me when we leave later. Please don't bother us again in the future."Seeing the determination in Violet's eyes, the air of indifference around Carl became even more overwhelming.He seemed to have forgotten th
Violet brought the owner of the bicycle, Lia, to the basement. Lia looked at her in fear as she said, "Violet, I'm really not the traitor. Trust me, I'm innocent!""You're the only one who uses the bicycle. The key is in your hands. Moreover, why are there tire marks in the backyard?" Violet asked."The backyard?" Lia shook her head in disbelief. "That's impossible! I've never ridden a bicycle there before!"Violet showed Lia some pictures she had taken as evidence. "These are the photos I took."Looking at the photos, Lia explained hurriedly, "Someone must have stolen my bicycle. Violet, I didn't do it!""I've observed your behavior for the past few days. You've been acting weird, and you haven't been doing your work seriously. I even found a remote control on your bed," Violet said in a low and cold voice. "How do you explain that?"Carl looked at Violet. She rarely showed her current demeanor—cold, fearless, ruthless, and a bit fierce. But she was so perfect that it was endear