In Violet’s dream, she was wearing a very nice dress, sitting in the back seat of a car and playing with a
cute teddy bear.
Her mother was driving and was talking on the phone.
Violet didn’t know who the person on the other side of the phone was, let alone what the person said.
She just heard that her mother quarreled with the person. Then her mother’s face was very gloomy.
Immediately afterwards, her mother’s face changed. Her mother stepped on the brakes in time and
stopped the car.
Afterwards, her mother took her out of the car. They saw the bloody man and woman behind the car.
She was shocked.
"Ah!" Violet screamed in horror and sat up from the bed. Her face was very pale. The sweat on her
forehead was falling down. Even her clothes were wet with sweat and were stuck on her back. She felt
very cold.
Violet panted heavily, trying to calm down the fear.
After a while, she calmed down a bit. Then she drank some water on the head of the bed, leaned on
the bed and rubbed her temples.
"Why did I have such a nightmare?" Violet murmured with lingering fear.
This dream was so clear.
It was so clear that she even thought it happened just now.
In this way, Violet kept sitting on the bed until dawn, then she lifted the quilt to get out of the bed and
went to wash. After that, she went downstairs.
On the weekend, the two children didn’t have to go to school.
After breakfast, Violet let the two children stay at home obediently, and drove to the Murphy Group.
Today she had made an appointment with Stanley. She wanted to see the so-called evidence.
Therefore, she must go.
Violet came to the Murphy Group, parked the car, went directly into the building, took Stanley's
exclusive elevator, and went up to the top floor.
Fraser just came out of Stanley's office. Seeing her, he was stunned slightly. But he smiled and said
hello, "Mrs. Murphy."
Although Mr. Murphy was indifferent to her now, he couldn't. He should treat her as usual.
Violet nodded slightly to Fraser, "Is he in there?"
Knowing that she was asking about Stanley, Fraser pushed his glasses and replied, "Mr. Murphy is not
here for the time being. He’s having a meeting in the conference room. Mrs. Murphy, you can go in and
wait for a while."
"Okay." Violet forced a smile, "When his meeting is over, please let him come here directly."
"Okay." Fraser replied.
Violet pushed open the door of the office, walked over to the sofa and sat down.
After sitting down, she looked around Stanley's office slightly and found that his office was different
from what she saw last time.
There were a few other things in the office, especially toy dolls and snacks.
Seeing the toy dolls and snacks on the opposite sofa, Violet was a little unhappy. Her face suddenly
sank.
She hardly brought Calvin and Arya here, so it was absolutely impossible for Stanley to put the stuff
that Calvin and Arya liked here.
She had seen that toy dolls, and they belonged to Ivy.
So this snack should also belong to Ivy.
Violet pursed her lips. She felt so upset.
Stanley was really good to Ivy! He actually allowed Ivy to use his office as a lounge!
For a while, the picture that Ivy was lying on the sofa, playing with toy dolls and eating snacks popped
into Violet’s mind, which made her feel angry.
Just thinking about it, the office door was opened. Ivy who wore a professional suit came in with a tray.
"Miss Hunt, I heard Fraser said that you are here. It turns out to be true." Ivy walked over with a smile
on her face and then put the coffee in front of Violet, "Have some coffee."
Violet glanced at the steaming coffee, and said coldly, "No need. I don't dare to drink what you poured,
for fear of poison."
Ivy didn't expect Violet to say so. Then her face sank, but she still smiled again, "Miss Hunt must be
kidding me. How could I do such a thing?"
"You will." Violet looked at her, "Intuition tells me that you will."
Ivy was stunned slightly.
Had this woman known anything?
No, it shouldn't! This woman was just mad at her.
Thinking about this, Ivy calmed down and continued to laugh, "Miss Hunt is really humorous."
Violet snorted coldly and ignored Ivy.
Ivy was not angry. She put the tray on the coffee table and sat down.
Violet squinted, "If I remember correctly, Miss Ellis should be the secretary?"
Ivy didn't know why Violet suddenly mentioned this. She nodded and answered, "Yes."
"Since you are a secretary, please do the work that a secretary should do. Now, it is working time. It is
okay that you come in to deliver coffee. But after delivering the coffee, you just sit down like a host
instead of going out to continue working. Do you think it is appropriate?" Violet looked at her coldly.
Ivy's face became stiff. She clenched her fists, "Miss Hunt..."
"Please call me Mrs. Murphy. I am Stanley's legal wife." Violet corrected her.
Ivy's face was distorted for a moment, but she still managed to maintain the smile on her face, "Yes,
Mrs. Murphy, I thought you and I were friends, so I sat down and chatted with you. I didn't expect
you..."
"Are you qualified to chat with me?" Violet interrupted Ivy again.
She didn't want to target Ivy as she did now.
But Stanley and Ivy were so intimate during this period, which made her feel ironic.
However, even so, she still didn’t question Ivy.
But now Ivy's things were in Stanley's office. Now, they were just dolls and snacks. Would they be
clothes and personal items next time?
Therefore, she couldn’t bear it anymore. Even if she was about to divorce Stanley, she was still his wife
now. So she must exercise her rights as his wife. She would never let Ivy just bully her like this.
Violet didn’t want to be like her mother, who could only bear it when facing a mistress and then be
driven out by Eason.
Facing Violet’s repeatedly aggressive, Ivy stopped pretending, with a sneer on her face, "I’m not
qualified?"
"Am I wrong?" Violet stared at her, "Here, you are an employee. I am your boss’ wife. Have you seen
any boss’ wife chatting with employees? Even if there is one, it should be that the boss’ wife asks the
employee to chat, instead of be asked to chat by the employee. Do you understand?"
"You..." Ivy didn't know what happened to Violet today and why she suddenly become so domineering.
Ivy was pissed off.
"Those are yours, right?" Violet didn't intend to let Ivy go. Pointing to the toy dolls and snacks opposite,
she said again.
Ivy looked at Violet warily, "What do you want to do?"
Violet curled her lips coldly, "As an employee, you put your own stuff in the boss' office. I want to ask
you what you want to do! Do you want to tell others that you have a different relationship with the boss,
or want to tell everyone that you are the boss’ wife?"
Ivy's face changed. She opened her mouth but she couldn't speak.
Seeing this, Violet had sarcasm in her eyes, "It seems I am right."
"My office is so small that it couldn’t have so many things, so I put them here. Besides, Stanley is my
brother. What’s wrong with me putting things here?" Ivy talked back.
Violet tucked her hair, "Well, I really haven't seen a sister has feelings to her brother. Don’t you feel
sorry for Dr. Baxter by doing this?"
Seeing this, Violet had sarcasm in her eyes, "It seems | am right."
"My office is so small that it couldn't have so many things, so | put them here. Besides, Stanley is my
brother. What's wrong with me putting things here?" Ivy talked back.
Violet tucked her hair, "Well, | really haven't seen a sister has feelings to her brother. Don’t you feel
sorry for Dr. Baxter by doing this?"
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