"Mr. Murphy, it's Violet." Fraser's eyes lit up. He looked at Violet who was paying, and quickly reminded
Stanley.
Stanley glanced at him faintly, then set his gaze on Violet.
Violet was bowing her head to pay, so she didn't see the two of them.
It wasn't until the taxi driver drove away that she saw Stanley and Fraser on the opposite side.
Violet didn't expect that she would meet Stanley by accident when she came to the meeting after
driving the child back to the apartment.
But after the surprise, she arranged the expression on her face again and nodded slightly to Stanley as
a greeting.
Then she carried her bag and didn’t look at him. She just walked toward the entrance of the building.
Her attitude seemed very cold.
Stanley frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. He pursed his thin lips and looked at her back.
No one knew what he was thinking.
Fraser also looked at Violet and touched his chin, "Mr. Murphy, Violet seems to be deliberately
alienating you. Couldn't it be because you refuse her yesterday?"
Stanley didn't speak, but his lips tightened.
After a while, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked towards the entrance of the building.
Fraser naturally followed him quickly.
When they arrived in the meeting room, Stanley stood on the steps. He glanced over and then caught
Violet's position in the crowd.
Violet was sitting in a corner of the last row of the meeting room, with a notebook in front of her, holding
a pen in her hand, and writing down the plan for the use of fabrics for the next quarter.
Suddenly, a young man sat down beside her, leaned sideways, and talked to her with a handsome
smile on his face, "Miss, after the meeting, how about drinking a cup of coffee together?"
"No need!" Violet frowned, a touch of boredom in her eyes.
As if the man hadn't heard it, he smiled and put his hand on the back of the chair behind her, "Don't
refuse me. I know there is a very romantic coffee shop with performances. Do you want to take a look?
"
Violet was speechless. She felt a little bit noisy. Then she opened the bag, took out the earphones and
put them on, not wanting to talk with him. She continued to write her own.
However, the man was very dissatisfied with her behavior and reached out to try to take off her
earphones.
At this moment, a big slender hand stretched out, grabbed the man's wrist, and pulled the man from his
position.
"What do you want to do to her?" Stanley looked at the man as if he was looking a dead person. His
eyes burst with a cold light, and his voice was cold and emotionless.
"Let go, it hurts..." The man yelled in pain. His face distorted.
However, Stanley didn't mean to let go, and continued to increase the strength in his hands.
This change caused the meeting room to quiet down instantly, and everyone looked over.
Violet was no exception. She was right there. Even if she wore headphones, she could clearly hear the
sound beside her. The moment Stanley pulled the man up, she took off the headphones and stood up.
"Mr. Murphy, you are..."
Before she finished speaking, Stanley questioned the man again, "Say, what did you just want to do?"
"I... I was wrong. I shouldn't strike up a conversation with this lady. I'm sorry..." The man apologized in
tears.
He had already guessed the identity of Stanley from Violet's words, so he regretted it very much.
Knowing that striking up a conversation would provoke such a big shot, he would never do it.
Violet was surprised by what the man said.
Stanley was angry because the man struck up a conversation with her?
Violet covered her lips and looked at Stanley's cold and gloomy profile, feeling complicated.
Why did he suddenly appear in front of her in various and impressive ways every time she decided to
stay away from him, which made her moved again.
As she was thinking about it, the man’s cry of pain made Violet come to her senses. Seeing the man’s
increasingly pale face and more and more sweat on his face, she couldn’t help sighing, “Mr. Murphy, let
him go!"
It was not that she was kind. But this man really didn't do anything to her other than taking advantage
of her.
It was enough.
Stanley looked at Violet sternly for a few seconds, then waved the man’s hand away and threw him
away, "Go away!"
As soon as the man broke free, he left the meeting room without saying a word, and didn't attend the
meeting.
Stanley reached out to touch his pocket, as if looking for something.
But he didn't find it, so he frowned.
Violet guessed something, and took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag then handed it over.
Stanley looked at the wet wipes she handed over, his face softened. Then he reached out to take the
wet wipes, and pulled out one from the inside.
"Thank you, Mr. Murphy." Violet bowed slightly.
Stanley threw the used wet wipe on the table, "Never mind. If you encounter this kind of person again,
just drive him away."
"I know! But here is a conference room. If I do that, the other party will definitely make trouble for me,
then it will leave a bad impression on the association. That's why I tolerated him. If it’s other places, I
will definitely not tolerate it." Violet smiled faintly.
Stanley gave a hmm, put his hand in his trouser pocket again, bent over and sat down.
Seeing him sitting in the position of the man just now, Violet pursed her lips twice. Then she picked up
the notebook, and walked past him.
Seeing her leaving suddenly, Stanley’s face sank. He squinted to stop her, "Where are you going?"
Violet paused, without turning her head. She lowered her eyelids and replied, "I will go to sit
elsewhere."
"Can't you sit here?" Stanley clenched his fists in his trouser pocket.
Violet bit her lower lip, "I'm afraid it will disturb you, so I won't sit here anymore."
After speaking, she speeded up her paces and walked to the first few rows to sit down.
Stanley looked at her back and the back of her head. His face was very cold, and the chill coming from
his body made the people nearby couldn't help but went to sit other places.
Fraser came in from the outside, holding a document. Seeing Stanley’s gloomy face, he was taken
aback for a moment, "Mr. Murphy, who has bothered you?"
Stanley didn't say a word. Then he took the document in Fraser’s hand, opened it, and looked at it.
Fraser couldn't get an answer. He shrugged, and sat down beside Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, the meeting
has begun."
Stanley closed the document, leaned back, and looked forward.
President of the Branch in J City came to the stage and began to give a speech on the content of the
meeting. It was an international competition proposed by International Design Association. A total of 36
countries participated.
As the fashion capital of H Country, J City would represent the country to participate in the competition.
If someone got the championship of this competition, he could show his work in Empire Fashion
House, which was the dream place for fashion designers and models. So far, only top models and top
clothes of the top designers could appear in Empire Fashion House.
Now they also had this opportunity. Although the opportunity was very slim, it had also aroused the
passion of everyone, so they were all excited.
Violet was the same. Both of her excited hands were trembling slightly.
She had to win this place to participate in international competitions. Even if she couldn't get the
championship, it was commendable to make an appearance internationally. She must not miss it!
"But how can I get the place?" Violet calmed down.
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