Veild Bride : Love From An Enigmatic Husband

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When Violet withdrew her gaze, a hidden trace of complacency flashed in her eyes.

Then Theo followed.

Beryl was embarrassed, and so was Yvette, whose face changed. But they had to swallow their anger.

After the figures of Violet and Theo disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Beryl grasped her mother’s arm and inquired, “Mom, did I… did I say something wrong?”

“We’re screwed. We will live in Violet’s house from now on,” lamented Yvette, whose expression reflected a sense of discouragement with no light in her eyes.

Early in the morning, in a sea-view villa.

Michael was retching in front of the sink, with his stomach churning. This behavior was particularly incongruous with his established persona.

Charlotte approached Michael and leaned over with her toothbrush in her mouth. Her eyes widened as she uttered some vague words, “Are you okay? What’s wrong with you?”

It took Michael a long time to come to his senses, and he turned around to look at Charlotte.

The girl’s mouth was full of foam. “Did you have a bad stomach for the noodles last night?”

“As you wish,” answered Michael after a moment’s thought. Then he gave Charlotte a gentle grab on the shoulder and lifted her to step aside before making his way out of the bathroom.

“Hey!” Charlotte came back to her senses and hurried out, “Where are you going?”

“Go to work,” answered Michael without looking back.

“Are you leaving without breakfast?” Charlotte rushed to the living room door and shouted at his back, “Breakfast is ready!”

Michael opened the car door and stopped to look at her. “It’s too late. You can have it by yourself. Don’t run around. You can be taken care of here. Don’t forget to apply medicine on time.” With that, he got in the car and drove away.

Looking at the leaving car, Charlotte let out a sigh.

Zachary’s medicine was efficacious, as the gauze on her forehead had been removed and replaced with only a big band-aid. With the bangs in front of her down, no trace of any injury could be seen at all.

After brushing her teeth, Charlotte had breakfast alone and felt extremely depressed.

After leaving the Yancey manor, Jack drove straight to the company.

“How is Charlotte?” Jack asked when he caught sight of Michael.

“She’s fine,” responded Michael, who refrained from mentioning the noodles last night as he was not a big mouth.

In the president’s office, the daylight was excellent.

Seated in the office chair, Jack turned on the computer to browse the news interface. He frowned slightly but proceeded to read the news with patience.

Standing next to Jack, Michael stared at the screen and explained, “This is from the surveillance video of the hospital. It has been released and now has more than ten million views.”

“Okay,” Jack replied, his face displaying a sense of satisfaction as he slid the mouse.

The headlines were a little bizarre, almost all accentuating Armand’s complicated disease and disfiguration.

Some news was even weirder, saying that the doctor was helpless and Armand might die of his worsening condition.

Other media reported that given Armand’s physical condition, Jack had granted him a period of rest at home and would pay his monthly basic living expenses.

Some people in the comment section were expressing curiosity regarding what happened to Armand.

But most people were praising Jack’s righteousness.

“It’s well done.” Jack gently leaned against the back of his chair, examining the high-definition photos closely before inquiring, “Were these taken by the nurse?”

“Yes,” answered Michael.

Then Michael informed Jack in a low voice, “Mr. Yancey, there’s another voice on the Internet saying that you secretly

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poisoned Armand to get him out of the company. There are many such voices and we’ve already had several accounts suspended.”

“Why did you do that? Free speech should be allowed!” Jack raised his eyebrows, showing no signs of concern. “Isn’t this just right? This serves as a warning to others, he muttered.

Michael uttered no word.

Michael noticed that Jack paid less and less attention to his reputation these years.

At this moment, the phone rang.

Jack looked at the caller and put it through before answering, “Hello.

“Mr. Yancey, Ms. Yancey is missing!” came the urgent voice from the other end of the phone.

“What do you mean by that?” Jack asked with a serious look.

The ser vant in the villa responded, “Ms. Yancey said she wanted to go out for some air. I knew she was injured and declined her. And she promised not to go out but vanished in the blink of an eye.

“I see.” Jack ended the call and dialed Charlotte’s number, but her phone was turned off.

Jack knew that Charlotte couldn’t change her playful nature!

“What happened?” Michael asked with concern, “Who is missing?”

“Charlotte went out and didn’t answer the phone,” Jack replied with a worried face and added, “She has just recovered from five stitches. It’s so wayward of her!”

Michael inquired, “Where will she go?”

“I have no idea, but I’m sure she will definitely not go back to the old Yancey manor. She will probably go shopping, as she likes shopping most,” responded Jack.

“She has just returned home with no one accompanied. Plus, she’s injured… Michael said worriedly.

“Do you have her number?” asked Jack.

Michael affirmed a “Yes”.

“The phone is off now. You may contact her later. I have a video conference scheduled at this time.” Jack suggested. Observing Jack’s departure, Michael was perplexed and thought, ‘Shouldn’t he be in a rush given his sister’s disappearance?

Is this kinship fake?’

At this moment, Violet was carrying out the transfer procedures in the Yeager villa’s living room. She and Theo had invited a notary to assist them in front of Yvette and Beryl so as to ensure the legal validity.

After the completion of the signing and stamping, the ownership of the villa valued at 20 million dollars was transferred to Violet.

Yvette and Beryl experienced a pang of distress, yet they couldn’t vocalize their emotions.

“I’ll move in tomorrow with my mom.”

This was Violet’s last word before her departure.

Theo composed himself and responded, “Okay! I’ll decorate the room as you like!”

Violet got in the car and departed without looking back. Then she proceeded to a street renowned for high-end fashion brands in Rheinsville City.

Today, there was a high-profile clothing exhibition here, all of which were the latest works of internationally renowned designers. Some finished products even took two years of meticulous work, amounting to a high-priced value.

These garments were available for immediate purchase in an auction and would be awarded to the highest bidder.

Violet had been looking forward to the exhibition for a long time. Had Theo not embroiled her in Rheinsville City, she would still come to see it by herself.

She got from the entrance introduction that Alyssa should be the most renowned designer of the exhibition, as a single short skirt designed by her commanded a value exceeding 20 thousand dollars.

Many people came to the exhibition today, all of whom were in gorgeous attire, either celebrities or ladies. Violet was wearing a black suit with a tall ponytail, exuding an aura of freshness and an office lady. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

With a camera hung on her chest, Violet blended into the crowd in an unobtrusive manner.

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It was a visual feast for her, and she felt compelled to appreciate the designs one by one.

“Wow, this coat is designed by Helen! He’s my favorite!” one lady appreciated.

Then burst another round of exclamation, “This one is designed by my idol, and his autograph is attached as well!

“Come on, let me see the price…

“18,000 dollars…

“It’s so cost-effective to buy a coat with an autograph attached.”

Every piece of clothing was like an artwork hanging in the brightly illuminated window for people to appreciate. Each collection was showcased in its own window, radiating a brilliant and awe-inspiring aura.