Chapter 1077 Her Beloved is Becoming More and More Like a Dominant Wife
Brady glanced at Violet, his brow furrowed. "What was her deal just now?"
He had seen the dangerous situation earlier but hadn't expected Aria to crash into Violet.
"She said she's new. Do you buy that?" Violet's expression stayed calm. "Babe, let me drive."
Brady's eyes darkened. "You sure?"
"Yeah," she replied confidently. "But, babe, if your Bentley gets wrecked, will you blame me?"
Brady looked at her again, chuckling indulgently. "Do whatever you want." He got out of the car and handed her the driver's seat.
Violet got in, and once Brady was seated, she floored the gas pedal, slamming Brady's expensive Bentley into Aria's white BMW, which hadn't yet driven away.
The Bentley's heavy front end smashed into the BMW's rear, sending it crashing into the wall ahead.
With a loud bang, the hood of the BMW popped open, and white smoke billowed out.
Aria, terrified and disheveled, stumbled out of the BMW, leaning against a nearby pillar, clutching her chest in panic.
Violet was ruthless, far more than Aria had imagined.
She had always thought Violet was weak and mild-tempered.
She was wrong.
Dead wrong. Violet was tougher than she had ever imagined.
Aria tried to steady herself, staring at her smoking BMW. Violet stepped out of the Bentley, walked over to Aria, and said, "Sorry, Ms. Clark, I'm a newbie too."
Aria glared at her, her face turning purple with rage, biting her lip. "You..."
"What about me? I really am a newbie," Violet said with a faint smile.
She couldn't stand looking at Aria's beautiful yet aggressive face. A woman with such striking looks and decent poise could have taken a better path, but instead, she chose the crooked one, making herself look so pathetic.
Especially when she thought about Aria stealing Brady's tie for her own pleasure, Violet felt nauseated. She had been stunned by Aria's beauty the first time she saw her in the store.
Now, she just felt disgusted.
Violet suppressed her nausea, pulled out a few dollar bills from her bag, and tossed them at Aria's feet. "For the repairs. If it's not enough, go to JK's finance department."
"Ms. Clark, one last thing. Considering we're relatives and Matilda feels sorry for your background, I didn't want to be too harsh. I left you a way out. Otherwise, Brady would have come over to deal with you himself. So, stop buzzing around my honey like a fly. Being a mistress is disgraceful, you know?"
With that, Violet turned and got back into the Bentley, speeding away.
The Bentley was sturdy; despite the collision, it only had a small dent.
No big deal.
After Violet and Brady left, Aria showed no signs of remorse.
Instead, she stared at her smoking BMW, her eyes burning with fury, her fingers clenched tightly.
Fine, let's see who wins in the end!
As Violet drove out of the parking lot, Brady finally spoke. "Why is Aria targeting you?"
He didn't know her very well, but he knew enough.
Because of her unfortunate background, she had been supported by the Hall family and had always been strong and determined, excelling in every aspect.
"I told you before, didn't I? You've got too many trashy women around you. It's driving me crazy." Violet deliberately huffed, her voice soft and sweet.
Brady frowned, somewhat skeptical. "You think she has feelings for me...?"
"Believe it or not, I can handle it," Violet said casually. Brady's eyes narrowed before he said, "If she's overstepped, just fire her."
"She was introduced by Matilda. Firing her needs to be justified. I'll take care of it," Violet said confidently.
Brady looked at her, his gaze softening.
Indeed, his beloved was becoming more and more like a true wife.
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