Violet took it with both hands and opened it to take a look.
After reading it, she closed the invitation letter, "I see! I will be there on time."
"Okay." The man nodded, "Then I have to go first."
After he left, Jessie came out of the office, "Violet, who is it?"
"Mr. Moore's assistant." Violet closed the door of the studio and turned around, "Have you signed up?"
"Yes, the spot competition is three days later, and the place is the building of Design Association. You
just need to go there on time." Jessie stretched herself and replied.
Violet raised her chin, and gave a hmm.
Jessie's eyes fell on the invitation letter in Violet’s hand, "What is this?"
"See it by yourself." Violet handed over the invitation letter.
After reading it, Jessie’s eyes widened in surprise, "Holy shit! Mr. Moore will retire?"
"Yes." Violet walked to her own office.
Jessie followed behind her, feeling a little confused, "Mr. Moore is a designer at the same level as your
teacher, so why did he suddenly want to retire?"
"It’s normal. He’s old. A designer’s talent is limited. Once he reaches a certain age, he can’t draw
anything. My teacher is the same now. There is no breakthrough in design, so he begins to research
version." Violet explained with a smile.
Jessie was not a fashion designer. After listening to Violet, she seemed to understand, "That's it. The
banquet is tonight. Do you have to prepare a gift?"
"Of course. Mr. Moore likes spot ware. I'll pick one in a while." Violet opened the door of her office.
Hearing someone coming in, Calvin raised his head and looked at the door. Seeing Violet and Jessie,
he waved his little hand, and yelled sweetly, "Mommy, Jessie!"
"Good boy!" Violet walked over and touched his head.
Jessie even rubbed the little guy's face directly.
The child’s face was soft and fleshy. Jessie felt very good when rubbing his face. She even couldn’t
bear to stop. Violet watched the little guy pouting his mouth before moving away Jessie’s hands.
As soon as the little guy got free, he immediately jumped off the chair and hid far away.
"Hey, this kid..." Jessie put her hands on her akimbo, wanting to say something.
Violet interrupted her, "Well, you are just like a kid."
Jessie stuck out her tongue.
Violet shook her head with a smile. When she walked to the table, she opened the drawer and put the
invitation letter in, "Well, I will go to spot ware industry and pick a gift for Mr. Moore. Leave Calvin to
you."
"Okay, I will take care of him." Jessie waved her hand.
Violet smiled and thanked Jessie, then told the little guy a few more words, and left with carrying her
bag.
When she came to spot ware street, she stood at the entrance of the street and couldn't see the end at
a glance. It could be seen how long this spot ware street was. The crowds came and went. It was no
less lively than that of the antique market.
Violet took out her mobile phone, followed the navigation instructions, and walked into the largest and
most famous spot ware store on this street.
As soon as she entered, a staff member smiled and greeted her, "Welcome, may I ask what type of
spot ware you like? Dishes or bowls?"
"Bowls!" Violet replied while looking around the store.
Mr. Moore was not interested in dishes, only bowls.
"Over there. Here are all bowls." The staff pointed to the rows of counters on the right.
Violet thanked him and then walked over to observe them one by one.
In the lounge, a noble man sat on the sofa, staring at the monitor screen in front of him. Then he took a
sip of the red wine in his hand.
An old man in his seventies who was observing spot ware felt suddenly quiet, then he couldn't help
putting down the magnifying glass in his hand, "Stanley, what are you looking at?"
Stanley shook the red wine without answering.
The old man followed Stanley’s gaze suspiciously. Then he saw Violet in the surveillance, and pushed
the reading glasses in surprise, "Hey, isn't this the girl from the Hunt family? It seems to be Violet?"
Stanley turned to look at the old man, "Marcus, do you know her?"
Marcus shook his head, "Not really. I only heard about her. She was the fiancée appointed to you by
your grandfather before his death. When your grandfather chose this girl, I was by his side."
Stanley nodded slightly, rubbing his thumb against the body of the goblet, "So you always know that
Phoebe is a fake?"
Marcus nodded, "Yes."
"Then why haven't you told me?" Stanley squinted.
If he knew early that Phoebe was not the real eldest daughter of the Hunt family, he would never be
engaged to Phoebe, even if Phoebe rescued him five years ago.
Marcus took off his cotton gloves and laughed twice, "I misunderstood you. Five years ago, you
suddenly got engaged to that Phoebe. I thought you liked Phoebe, so I didn’t tell you."
Stanley pursed his thin lips, "I never liked Phoebe."
"I see. When I asked you why you cancelled the marriage contract, I knew it. You like Violet. I know it
from your eyes when you stared at her just now!" Marcus touched his own beard and smiled happily.
Stanley did not refute, and acquiesced.
Marcus carefully put the spot ware in front of him into the box, and put it away, "It's just that I don't
understand. Since you like Violet, why did you want to be engaged to that Phoebe five years ago? Why
did Violet never go to find you after leaving the Hunt family?"
Marcus didn't know that Stanley had only fallen in love with Violet recently. He thought Stanley had
fallen in love with Violet long ago.
Stanley didn't mean to explain. He squeezed the goblet tightly and said solemnly, "She didn't look for
me because she had a boyfriend."
From the information he found, Violet eloped with someone before Lily's divorce.
So Eason was furious and divorced Lily directly.
"Boyfriend?" Marcus shook his head, "It's impossible. If Violet really had a boyfriend, your grandfather
wouldn't let her get engaged to you. I know very well that your grandfather had investigated Violet
before choosing her. With your grandfather's power, how could it be impossible that he couldn’t find out
she had a boyfriend!"
Upon hearing this, Stanley's face became solemn.
Yeah, Grandpa was not the kind of person who just let him get engaged indiscriminately without
investigating.
What was going on that Violet eloped with her boyfriend? If Violet really didn't have a boyfriend back
then, how did her two children come?
Many doubts rushed to his mind, making Stanley frowned.
He faintly felt that the information he asked Fraser to investigate Violet back then might be wrong!
At this time, Marcus suddenly said with a smile, "Stanley, that girl seems to have taken a fancy to San
Qiu Gui Zi you plan to give to Moore."
Hearing this, Stanley temporarily cleared his inner thoughts and looked up at Violet on the monitor
screen.
Violet stood in front of the counter next to the cash register, lowered her head and pointed at a bowl
which was covered with Osmanthus patterns inside and outside the bowl. Her eyes were bright. Then
she asked, "Is this San Qiu Gui Zi?"
The staff glanced at what she was pointing, and then replied with smile, "Yes, this is one of Marcus's
most proud works."
"It's so beautiful. I only heard people say it. This is the first time I have seen it. Mr. Moore must like it.
How much is it?" Violet looked at the staff.
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