"What?" Violet was shocked. Her mouth slightly opened.
Jessie could probably imagine what Violet looked like now. She sighed, "You can watch it online by
yourself. The press conference was at 7 o'clock in the morning. Although it is over now, there are
videos on the Internet."
"Okay. I'll watch it right away."
Violet hung up the phone, clicked into the web page, and searched for the video what Jessie said.
This video was immediately found.
Violet clicked in. Then she saw Eason standing in front of the camera with a microphone, looking
extremely angry, condemning how she got involved in Phoebe and Stanley, and how she made
Stanley's feelings for Phoebe fade and then let Stanley cancel the marriage.
Below this ten-minute condemnation video, the comments made by netizens were even more vicious.
Violet scrolled down. It was all scolding her.
"I’m wondering why did Phoebe got along well with everyone during the competition, but she didn't like
Violet. It turned out that Violet seduced her fiancé and broke her marriage contract. If I were Phoebe, I
wouldn’t like Violet, either."
"I admired her before and thought her design talent was so awesome. But no matter how good her
talent is, she is a mean bitch. She just knows to flirt with other men. See her face, she is not a good
woman."
"The most important thing is that these two people have the same surname, but Violet is much more
vicious than Phoebe. Although Phoebe is wrong, Violet’s act of exposing Phoebe on the spot clearly
shows that she wants to ruin Phoebe and doesn’t let Phoebe come back! It’s so terrible!"
Seeing these comments, Violet trembled.
She bit her lip, turned off the interface directly, then returned to the communication record, found
Eason's phone number and dialed it.
Eason seemed to be waiting for her call. He answered so quickly.
He sat on the sofa in the living room of the villa, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a cigar in the
other. He said calmly, "Hello."
"Eason, what on earth do you want to do?" This time, Violet didn't even call him father. She squeezed
the phone and asked loudly.
Eason was not angry when Violet called his name. He smiled, "Violet, I was also forced. I can't help it.
You don’t withdraw Talia's lawsuit. Besides, I also need you to help Phoebe. But I know you won’t
agree, so..."
"So you held the press conference, slandering me for getting involved between Phoebe and Murphy,
and using the power of the Internet to force me to agree to withdraw the lawsuit, right?" Before Eason
could finish speaking, Violet understood everything. She was so angry that her eyes turned red.
Eason flicked the ashes on the cigar, "Yes, Violet, you should have seen those comments which
scolding you on the Internet. As long as you agree to withdraw the lawsuit and help Phoebe give false
testimony in court by then or won’t attend to testify, I will help you suppress public opinions on the
Internet?"
"Heh!" Violet was amused by what he said, "Do you think I'm so easy to be coaxed?"
The Internet had memories, and netizens also had memories.
Even if Eason suppressed these by then, her reputation was still ruined. The impression she left on
everyone was still the shameless mistress who intervened in other unmarried couples!
"So, don't you agree?" Eason spit out white smoke.
"No, I don't agree!" Violet closed her eyes and suppressed the anger in her eyes, leaving only a deep
disappointment, "Eason, I really want to know if I am your daughter. You actually did this to me!"
Eason's old face twitched, "Of course you are my daughter, but it’s just that you are distant for me. I
know, you always hate me. You won't listen to me, so I can only give up you."
Hearing this, Violet laughed ironically.
Eason frowned and was a little unhappy, "Don't blame me. But for the sake that you are my daughter, I
will give you one more chance. I will call you again at night."
After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Violet angrily threw the phone on the bed. It took her a while to calm down.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
Violet took a deep breath and patted her cheek. After sorting out her emotions, she got out of bed and
went to open the door.
Standing outside the door, Stanley looked down at her slightly.
Looking at her red eyes, he knew that she had already learned what happened on the Internet.
"Can I come in?" Stanley asked in a soft tone.
Violet nodded and let out the way somewhat listlessly, "Come in."
Stanley stepped into the house, following her into the living room.
Seeing the bunch of roses on the coffee table in the living room, he smiled faintly. Then he sat down
and asked, "How will you deal with the matter on the Internet?"
Violet poured him a glass of water, "I didn't think of a good way yet."
"If this is the case, just leave it to me." Stanley took the water glass.
Violet's eyes widened, "Leave it to you?"
This was her business.
Why did he help her?
As if Stanley understood her thoughts, he took a sip of water and put down the water glass, "This
matter can be regarded as related to me. Eason slandered you. At the same time, he got me involved,
and used me to achieve the purpose of slandering you. It's impossible for me to just let him use it like
this."
"Yes." Violet nodded.
When Eason spread rumors about her and Stanley, he only wanted her to compromise.
But he did not consider Stanley whether he was willing to be gotten involved. Now it turned out that
Stanley was unwilling and unhappy!
"As for why Eason discredited you, I probably guessed it. It should be related to Phoebe and Talia."
Stanley looked at Violet.
Violet said, "Yes, he wants me to withdraw the lawsuit about Talia, and then help Phoebe give false
testimony at that time, but he knows that I won't agree, so he came up with this trick to use the public
opinions to ruin my reputation and wanted to force me to agree. As long as I agree, he will help me
suppress the public opinion on the Internet."
Speaking of this, she turned her water glass, with a self-deprecating smile on her face, "It's so pathetic!
Such a person is actually my biological father."
Stanley pursed his thin lips, "A person like Eason is not worthy of being your father. You don't need to
care about him."
"No, I won't care about him anymore. His behavior today has made me feel completely disappointed for
him." Violet put down the water glass heavily and said with a blank face.
Stanley could tell that she had already made a decision. Then he nodded in satisfaction.
"Mr. Murphy!" Violet clenched her fists and looked at him, "I have thought of a solution to this matter,
which is to give a tooth for a tooth, but I still need your cooperation."
"Okay." Stanley crossed his legs.
Violet squinted her eyes and explained her method in detail.
After hearing it, Stanley lifted his chin, "Got it. I will cooperate with you."
"Thank you, Mr. Murphy." Violet smiled gratefully.
Stanley waved his hand, "Never mind. I'm not just helping you, but also justifying myself."
After all, this incident also affected his reputation.
Now, many people on the Internet scold him for a scumbag. But because of his identity, the scolding
was relatively less.
"Mommy, what time is it?" At this moment, the door of the children's room was suddenly opened. Calvin
was standing at the door and wearing pajamas. Yawning, he asked.
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