Love after Divorce

Chapter 15

Violet registered with a dermatology specialist.

When it was her turn, she entered the consultation room.

"How do you feel?"

The doctor was a young guy and asked her a routine question.

Violet was silent and took the diagnosis report out of her bag.

"Doctor Lee, I'm not here for diagnosis. I'm here to ask you, do you have any recollection of this patient

named Ruby?"

Hearing these words, the man then looked up.

He pushed his glasses that were set on his nose and his eyes flashed.

"With so many patients every day, how can I possibly remember her? If you're not here to see a doctor,

get out."

When he finished, he started calling the next one.

Without even looking at it, he said he didn't recognize it.

She didn't believe this doctor!

Violet held back the anger in her heart, "Doctor Lee, someone bribed you and told you to make the

diagnosis on purpose, right? You should have medical ethics to be a doctor. Do you deserve to be a

doctor? Do you know that you will ruin people's future if you do this?"

Hearing these words, the man's face changed.

He stared at her, "What are you talking about? Are you here to cause trouble? Are you going to get out

or not? If you don't get out, I'll call security."

"Doctor Lee, I ask you to tell me the truth. Do you know this Ruby or not? Is it true that she is allergic to

cosmetics?"

"Security! Security!"

The man called security directly.

A few moments later, the security guards rushed in and pulled Violet out.

"Let go! You guys let me go! There's something wrong with this doctor. I want to see your superior!"

Violet was so angry that she was forcibly pulled out by security guards.

People around her pointed at her and watched as she was thrown to the ground, all in disarray.

Not far away, Harry saw the scene and stopped to call Louis.

"Mr. Johnson, the news you asked me to check, I found a little clue ..."

...

Violet returned from the hospital unsuccessfully, angrily and furiously.

Anxious and fretful. She knew someone was setting her up, but she can't solve the problem.

She was a little disillusioned as the night fell.

The phone in her bag was ringing. She took it out slowly and glanced at it, feeling even more irritated.

Why did Louis call her?

The Johnsons!

They were not good!

Violet let out a deep breath and picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Violet, remember who you are. You're a married woman and you're still out by now?"

The man's cold and arrogant tone came through the other side of the phone.

Violet took a deep breath and wanted to curse so badly.

"Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry. I have some unfinished business, so ..."

"You're just a little pastry chef, but you are busier than me, the president? You have half an hour. If you

don't come back in half an hour, you will be responsible for the consequences."

POP. The phone hung up.

He was so bossy!

Violet was frantic and cursed Louis.

She didn't want to go back, but in the end, she put on an ugly makeup and resigned herself to return to

the villa.

"Mrs. Johnson, you're back."

Lucy greeted her, smiling.

"Lucy."

Violet was unhappy, but it didn't show on her face.

"The young master is back early."

Lucy whispered.

Violet made a fake smile and looked toward the living room.

She didn't want Louis to come back early!

In this way, she had no freedom at all!

In the living room, Louis was sipping tea and looking at papers.

It was still the same cold, haughty and reserved gesture.

He was just pretending!

Violet slowly walked up to him.

"Mr. Johnson, I'm back. What can I do for you?"

He and she were a divorced couple. Shouldn't they not interfere with each other?

Why should he act like the master of her destiny and be insufferably arrogant to her?

Louis took a sip of tea, slightly lifted his eyes, and the corners of his mouth lightly hooked.

"What? You seem to be upset with me?"

He had sharp eyes.

He can see it all!

Violet said, "Nothing. You think too much."

"Is that so? I hope I'm overthinking it."

Louis sneered and tossed a file to her.

"Check it out."

What was it?

Violet hurriedly caught it and opened the file with some suspicion.

When she saw the information inside, her eyes widened with surprise and joy.

This information showed that Ruby had contact with a person before coming to her studio.

And it was Jasmine's assistant Laila.

Meanwhile, Laila had been in contact with Doctor Lee of the Dermatology Department.

Doctor Lee had truthfully confessed that it was Laila who gave her a sum of money to help her make a

fake diagnosis.

Ruby can be allergic, not from cosmetics, but from eating foods that caused allergies.

With this information, she can be innocent!

"Mr. Johnson, this information ..."

She really didn't expect Louis to help her find the evidence.

She retracted the bad comments she had just made about him in her mind.

He was a good man with a cold heart!

"Give this information to your bosom friend tomorrow."

Louis glanced at her, "At least it's a woman I've slept with. Bullying her is messing me."

Woman whom had slept together!

This man. Did he have to speak so directly?

Violet saw the man's deep eyes and always felt that he meant something.

She hastily averted her eyes and gave him a bow.

"Mr. Johnson, I thank you for Helena. You've been a great help to her."

Thanks to him this time.

"The woman who came to make trouble in the bakery this afternoon is also a distant relative of Laila's.

Have you figured out why they are targeting you and your bosom friend?"

Louis' two long legs gracefully changed positions and looked at Violet and asked.

"Probably I and my bosom friend offended Jasmine."

Violet gave a mocking smile.

Jasmine, just because she was the daughter of the Johnson Family, had really gone too far.

"You're pretty smart."

The corners of Louis' mouth were coldly hooked, "So just let her bully you?"

"Of course not!"

Violet blurted out, looking at the man's handsome face, "She bullied me, which means she does not

consider you at all. I also have to teach her a lesson."

Louis: "..." This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Horseshit!

"I'm hungry. Go cook something for me."

"Yes!"

Violet put down the files and belongings in her hands and immediately went to the kitchen.

The woman's back was still shapely.

Louis' long, slender fingers tapped his thighs habitually.

The ringing of a cell phone's video call request came from the side.

Louis slightly looked up.

The ringing was coming from Violet's bag.

Someone wanted to have a video call with her.

"Violet, your phone."

Louis shouted.

Violet, who was busy in the kitchen, didn't hear it.

Louis' thin lips were compressed and his eyes fell on the woman's bag.

His ugly wife had secrets.

Was it what he thought?

The man's long and slender fingers, touched the bag ...