Hearing this, Violet smiled.
Ivan pulled a long face, "What are you laughing at?"
Violet looked at him, "Of course your words. You said it was all because of me. But in my opinion, it
was you who asked for it. If it weren't that you wanted to hurt me, Mr. Murphy wouldn’t punch you,
right?!"
"So you mean I deserve it?" Ivan narrowed his eyes.
Violet pursed her red lips, "Isn't it?"
Ivan lowered his eyelids and gave a gloomy smile.
After that, he suddenly threw one of crutches away, stretched out his hand and pushed Violet's
shoulder, forcing her to be against the wall.
Violet couldn't care about her painful back, and said in shock, "What are you doing?"
Ivan didn't answer. He stepped up to her and lost the other crutches. As she avoided, he quickly put his
hands on both sides of her shoulders, confining her between the wall and his chest.
Violet was stunned for a while. It took her a while to realize that she was in his arms. She was so angry
that her face was flushed, "Let me go!"
Ivan didn't move.
Violet clenched fists, ready to push him away.
At this time, Ivan voice rang in her ears, “I advise you not to move. I am a wounded now. I will fall as
soon as you push me. At that time, my injuries will be serious. Not only will you pay for it, but also you
have to take care of me."
"You..." Violet’s hand which had raised froze in midair like this.
Seeing her like this, Ivan pretended to sigh with regret, "Don't you push me? Actually, I still want you to
push me..."
"Enough!" Violet yelled, glaring at the man in front of her, "What do you want? Can you stop pestering
me?"
Ivan's glasses reflected light, "If you don't want me to pester you, it's okay, provided that you have to do
something for me."
"What?" Violet tensed up. Her eyes were unabashedly vigilant.
Intuition told her that what he wanted her to do was definitely not a good thing.
Ivan laughed lowly. Just as he was about to speak, Fraser’s office not far away was opened, and
Fraser came out of it.
Violet was overjoyed and hurriedly shouted, "Fraser!"
Hearing her voice, Fraser turned his head and looked over. Seeing her and Ivan's posture, he couldn't
help but be surprised, "Director Murphy, Violet, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. I haven't seen Violet for a few days. We’re talking." Ivan picked up a strand of Violet's hair
and asked, "Right, Violet?"
Violet pretended not to hear the warning in his words. She shook her head to Fraser, "It’s not like this. I
ran into Director Murphy by chance. But he doesn't let me go. Fraser, you help me pull Director Murphy
away. He’s an injury. I dare not touch him!"
Ivan's face sank. He looked at Violet incredulously.
This woman actually dared to disobey him.
She was not afraid that he told Stanley about her secret?
"It turned out to be like this." Fraser walked over here, picked up the crutches on the ground and
handed them to Ivan, "Director Murphy, entangling female employees in the company is not right. If Mr.
Murphy knows it, you will be in trouble. So let Violet go?"
Ivan looked at him, then at Violet, and finally took the crutches and let Violet go.
As soon as Violet was free, she immediately hid away.
Ivan watched her avoiding himself like avoiding a beast. He coldly smirked, then turned his gaze to
Fraser, taunting, "You appeared in time."
Fraser smiled, "It just happened that Mr. Murphy asked me to come over. Since Director Murphy is
here, you must have come to see Mr. Murphy. How about we go there together?"
He made a gesture of leading a way, not giving Ivan a chance to refuse at all.
Ivan naturally knew what he meant. He was not angry, but he just smiled meaningfully at Violet, "Violet,
it seems we can't have a talk today. Let's continue next time."
After speaking, he limped to Mr. Murphy's office in Violet's solemn eyes.
It wasn't until his figure entered Mr. Murphy's office that Violet looked away. She smiled gratefully at
Fraser, "Thank you so much, Fraser."
"Never mind. Everyone will help in such situation." Fraser waved his hand.
Not to mention that she was Mr. Murphy’s woman, even if she was just an ordinary employee, he, as a
senior, had to still help her.
"Well, I have to leave now. Mr. Murphy is still waiting for me." Withdrawing his thoughts, Fraser looked
at his watch and said.
After he left, Violet didn't stay in place any longer, and entered in the elevator and returned to the
design department.
As soon as she sat down, her face became worried.
Ivan's words clearly told her that he would still come to her. That was not over between her and him,
but she didn’t know how long it would last.
It was really uncomfortable to be stared at by such a mean person.
Thinking of this, Violet only felt a headache and lost her passion for work.
In the afternoon, Stanley called her, "Are you finished?"
Violet rubbed her temples and reluctantly replied, "It's done."
"Well, come to the parking lot. I'll wait for you in the car." After saying this, Stanley hung up the phone.
Violet put down the landline microphone and stood up. She quickly tidied up the table, picked up the
handbag and went out.
When Violet reached the parking lot, the door of the back seat was opened.
Violet smiled and trotted over, "Mr. Murphy, sorry to keep you waiting for a long time."
"Never mind! Get in the car." Stanley put down the magazine in his hand and replied faintly.
Violet got into the car and greeted Fraser, who was driving. Then she took out her cell phone to send a
text message to Jessie, asking her to help pick up the two children.
As soon as the text message was sent successfully, Violet heard Stanley say, "Fraser has already told
me about Ivan's entanglement with you in the morning."
Violet blinked, "So Mr. Murphy..."
Knowing what she was going to say, Stanley interrupted her, "I have issued an order for Ivan to go to
the subsidiary as the president. He will leave soon. Without my permission, he can't enter the
headquarters. You can rest assured.”
"Really?" Violet smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Murphy."
Stanley gave a soft hmm, and said nothing.
After half an hour, they arrived at the hotel.
The two got out of the car and followed the waiter to the private room.
After entering the private room, the commenters were almost all there.
Stanley took Violet to have a seat. After greeting everyone, he asked the waiters to serve the food.
Soon, waiters came in pushing the dining trolley and placed delicious dishes on the table one by one.
But at this time, a waiter standing next to Violet suddenly lost his balance. The soup on the plate spilled
out and dripped onto Violet's arm.
Seeing it, Stanley held Violet's shoulders, and pushed Violet into his arms.
Violet didn't know what was going on. She leaned in his arms blankly.
The others at the table were also at a loss.
It wasn't until the waiter apologized with trepidation that they realized that the waiter spilled the soup
and it almost burned Violet.
"Okay, you can go out." Stanley could see that the waiter didn't mean it, so he didn't blame him either,
just let him go out with an impatient face.
The waiter walked away with gratitude.
Stanley let Violet go, "Are you okay?"
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