"Our people found traces of burnt white phosphorus in the vent of the warehouse." The captain said.
Both Violet’s and Stanley's faces changed.
Only Jessie was confused, "What is white phosphorus?"
"It's a chemical solid. It burns when exposed to wind." Violet pursed her red lips and explained briefly.
Stanley squinted his eyes and added, "But ordinary people can't get this kind of thing."
The captain nodded, "Yes, so you guys think about where this thing came from."
After speaking, he turned and left, and continued to direct the team to clean up the scene.
"Someone must have put it deliberately in order to burn our cloth!" Jessie was so furious. Her eyes
were bloodshot because of anger.
Violet was non-committal to Jessie’s words. She pressed her red lips tightly and said, "The person
acted on our cloth twice. It should be that person who incited the cloth factory not to give us the cloth
last time. Jessie, didn’t you say to send some undercovers? Are there any results?"
"Let me ask. I just forgot about it because of George's accident these days."
With that said, Jessie took the phone and walked to the side to make a call, leaving Violet and Stanley
to stand there, silently.
After a while, Violet took a deep breath, broke the silence first, raised her head, and looked at the man
indifferently, "Mr. Murphy, you can go back first."
"Are you driving me away?" Stanley frowned.
Violet shook her head, "I am not driving you away. But you have nothing to do with this matter, so there
is no need to stay here."
Seeing her cold and deserted look, Stanley felt a little unhappy. Just when he was about to say
something, the phone rang in his pocket rang.
He had to temporarily stop, and took out the phone. After looking at the screen, he put the phone to his
ear. His tone was a bit impatient, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Murphy, when Miss Ellis was undergoing an examination just now, she fainted suddenly."
"What?" Stanley's face suddenly tightened, "How could Ivy faint?"
Violet moved her ears. Listening to the unconcealed worry in his voice, she felt a little sad. But she
didn't show it on her face. She lowered her head slightly and looked at the ground, as if she didn't care
about his words at all.
"I don't know the specifics. Dr. Baxter is looking for the reason. Mr. Murphy, would you like to come
over?" Fraser looked at the situation in the ward anxiously through the glass on the door and asked for
instructions.
"I see. I'll come right away." Stanley hung up the phone blankly.
Violet raised her head, "Something goes wrong with Miss Ellis, right?"
Stanley nodded.
"Then you can go there quickly." Violet said.
Stanley stared at her, "Do you want me to go there so much?"
Violet was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what he meant to express. So she nodded.
Stanley's thin lips pressed in a straight line. The aura all over his body was a little tense, as if he was a
little unhappy.
After a while, he put the phone in his pocket and turned around.
Violet looked at his back and tightened her palms, "Mr. Murphy, take care of Miss Ellis from now on.
Don't make her sad."
Stanley paused, then turned his head fiercely, wanting to ask her what this meant. But he saw her
walking towards Jessie.
At the same time, the phone in Stanley's pocket vibrated again.
He could only stop asking again. Then he took out his phone and looked at it. When he saw the text
message on it, he was stunned. He didn't even bother to find Violet to ask the reason, and walked to
the car quickly.
Violet caught a glimpse of Stanley driving away. She smiled bitterly, but soon the smile disappeared.
"Why did Mr. Murphy leave?" After Jessie finished the phone call, she also happened to see Stanley
driving away, so she couldn't help but asked.
"He has something to deal with." Violet said lightly, then glanced at Jessie’s mobile phone and asked,
"How is it? Do you know who did it?"
Jessie's face sank, "It was not those studios who did it. The undercover I put in said that those studios
are indeed jealous of our recent performance, but they haven't thought about ruining our cloth. They
just want to suppress the price after our clothes are on the market. "
"What about Phoebe?" Violet narrowed her eyes.
Jessie shook her head, "It’s not Phoebe. She has been busy inquiring about the competition recently.
She wants to know the theme of the last few rounds of competition, so as to find plagiarism of the
design drawings. There is no time to deal with us, so there are others who target us."
"Others..." Violet lowered her eyelids and said it in a low voice.
After a while, she clenched her fists. Her voice was cold, "Could it be her?"
Hearing this, Jessie stared at her eagerly, "Violet, who?"
"The one who wanted to kill me before." Violet bit her lower lip. Her small face was full of anger.
Jessie was also very angry, "She has appeared again. Violet, we must catch her. Such a vicious
person. If we let her go, our personal and property safety may be threatened."
"I see. But it's not easy to catch her. She hid too deep." Violet pinched her eyebrows wearily, and
sighed.
Jessie also pursed her lips, "Then what do you think we should do?"
Violet shrugged, "I can't think of it for the time being, but the top priority is that we should deal with the
immediate matter first. Jessie, you go to buy cloth again. I will contact the landlord to see how to
compensate the warehouse."
"Okay." Jessie nodded.
Violet took out her cell phone and dialed the landlord's number.
It was already afternoon when the two of them had finished handling the matters.
Violet first went to the studio to pick up Calvin, then went to the kindergarten to pick up Arya, and finally
brought the two children to the hospital.
When Jessie saw them coming, she went to the public kitchen to make soup, and asked them to
accompany George in the ward.
Only Violet accompanied George. The two children held her mobile phones and watched cartoons next
to each other on the sofa.
Violet pulled a chair away and sat down by the hospital bed, peeling apples to George.
George sat on the bedside, looking at her, "Violet, I know everything about the warehouse. Have you
taken care of it?"
"It's almost done, but this time, the price was too great. Jessie and I owed almost 12 million in debt!"
Violet replied with a wry smile while cutting the apple into several pieces.
She originally owed Stanley three million for buying cloth. This time she had to pay the landlord for six
million and spent another three million for the cloth. So it was twelve million in total.
In addition to the money owed to Stanley, she and Jessie both drew IOUs and performed a
notarization. If the money couldn’t be repaid within the specified time, they would be sued.
"Twelve million? It's really a lot. I have 10 million in deposit. I can give you first." George pushed his
glasses.
Violet put the apple on the plate, put a small fork on it, and then handed it to him, "No need. I and
Jessie will pay it back. Don't worry."
Seeing her refusal, George frowned. A trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes behind the glasses,
which was fleeting.
Violet didn't notice his abnormality. She wiped her hands and stood up, "Well, George. I have to go to
the ophthalmology department to see my eyes."
"What's wrong with your eyes?" George tightened his hands which were holding the plate, and
hurriedly looked into her eyes.
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