Chapter 124 His Door, Always Knocked by Beauties
As soon as Violet stepped outside, she knocked on Emily Hart's door, fortunate that her friend lived just across the hall.
Emily had been expecting her. At the sound of Violet’s knock, the door swung open immediately.
Once inside, Violet pleaded with Emily to drive her home quickly, fearing she’d be late to feed the baby.
Her breast milk was engorged and it was becoming unbearable.
Thankfully, Brady Hall hadn’t spotted her earlier.
Or else, it would have sparked suspicion.
Emily wanted to ask what was wrong, but seeing Violet’s urgency, decided it was best to take her back to her apartment first and ask questions later.
They took the elevator down together.
Reaching the underground parking lot, Emily got behind the wheel and Violet took the passenger seat.
Only after Emily's car had pulled away from Brady Hall's luxury apartment building and Violet glimpsed the morning sun outside, did she finally exhale a sigh of relief.
While maneuvering the steering wheel, Emily asked, "What's going on with you? Why did you show up at my place so early and ask for a ride?"
Catching her breath, Violet said, "Ah, Emily... I won’t lie to you... I was over at Brady Hall’s place last night."
At those words, Emily let out a surprised gasp, "You went over to his place?"
Rubbing her eyelids, Violet sighed, "It's a long story. I messed up a design project at work and went to see Loraine Plahn. She wouldn't meet me, so I decided to wait, and wouldn't you know it – it started raining, then I passed out, and Brady Hall brought me back to his place."
"That’s the gist of it."
Getting the picture, Emily asked, "But how did he even know you passed out?"
Violet exhaled, "I'm not going to think about it anymore. He's out of my league, and I don't want to get close to him." She sighed again, "Otherwise, it's only a matter of time before he finds out about Henry and Nicole."
"I need to keep my distance from him."
Emily nodded in agreement, "From now on, if you need my help, just say the word."
"Thank you, I won’t be shy," Violet smiled at her.
She could truly relax only in the presence of her best friend.
"Don't mention it," Emily Hart insisted, still eager to offer her assistance. She firmly planned on recruiting Violet Devereux as her lead designer once she opened her own design firm. "By the way, stay away from guys like Brady Hall. You wouldn't believe the number of gorgeous actresses and models that show up at his apartment door."
She had bumped into more than one herself.
"I know," Violet said. Hadn't she bumped into a supermodel just that morning?
Men like Brady Hall never lacked female attention.
They lined up for him.
Violet shook off the thought; she needed to focus on how to secure more orders from Loraine Plahn.
*
Brady Hall emerged from his walk-in closet, dressed in a sharp suit, to find that Violet Devereux had already left, with only Leana sitting around.
Catching sight of her, Brady asked, "What brings you here?"
"I had no shoots today, so I thought I'd come by," Leana responded. Growing up together with Brady and their friend Foster, she was well-acquainted with their circle, not some chaotic girl from a wild background.
She was high society.
"Mhm," was Brady's nonchalant reply, not particularly keen on small talk. Scanning the room and confirming Violet's absence, he directed his question to the housekeeper, "Has she left?"
The housekeeper nodded, "Ms. Devereux has left."
"I even made an effort to prepare donkey-hide gelatin for her."
"She'll pick it up eventually if you leave it," Brady stated dismissively.
Leana's heart swelled with sour envy at that. "Brady, is that girl your girlfriend?" she asked with a tinge of jealousy.
Brady wasn’t in the mood to entertain such trivial questions. "You can go. I won't be having breakfast here."
The message was clear: it was time for her to leave.
Leana's face fell right away. After more than two decades, he was still the same, not sparing any warmth for women he didn't fancy, regardless of how long they knew each other.
His dismissive manner was icy as ever.
But she knew better than to stay against his wishes. Cross Brady and he wouldn't want to see you again.
Reluctantly, Leana stood up, leaving the breakfast on the coffee table and made her exit.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder about Ms. Devereux. Who was this mysterious woman who seemed to have caught Brady's concern?
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