Chapter 146 Why Did Mr. Jacob Order a Gown for Miss Annie?
Violet Devereux headed back to the executive office, where Brady Hall sank into his chair.
He glanced at a design for children's furniture on his desk, but soon pulled out his phone to call Linda. "Assistant Linda, please come to my office."
After giving the order and hanging up, he continued to study the design. The image of Violet's angry struggle and her harsh words replayed in his mind. If anyone else had spoken to him that way, they wouldn't be walking out of this office. But her words did nothing to infuriate him; instead, they unexpectedly fueled his desire to conquer her.
He hadn't met a woman so untamed and unyielding in a long time.
Such a woman, once subdued and in his bed, he mused, would be ensnared for days without reprieve.
Lost in these thoughts, Linda entered the office in a hurry and deferentially approached. "Mr. Hall, what can I do for you?"
"Order a top-notch dress for Ms. Devereux from JK," Brady Hall instructed without looking up from the design, his thoughts finally returning to the present.
Today was Violet Devereux's birthday, something he had learned during a previous investigation.
Shouldn't a girl's birthday be celebrated with some fanfare?
Linda paused, puzzled. Why would Mr. Hall order a dress for Ms. Devereux? She remembered Mr. Hall didn't like Ms. Devereux too close to him.
What was going on with Mr. Hall?
As Linda stood there, stunned and momentarily lost for words, Brady Hall looked up, a hint of impatience in his tone, "Didn't you understand?"
Brady Hall was on the verge of losing his cool, and Linda quickly shook her head, blurting out an apology. "Mr. Hall, I'm so sorry."
"I'll get right on it," she added promptly.
Internally, Linda was sweating bullets. When Mr. Hall got mad, the fallout could be severe.
But as he started to walk away, something crossed his mind, and he cautiously turned back. "Mr. Hall, I don't have Ms. Devereux's measurements. How should I place the order?" Customizing a high-end dress without the precise sizes would be a challenge.
How should he request the dress from the boutique without the measurements?
"Just take this to the store." Brady Hall grabbed a pen and swiftly scribbled Violet Devereux's measurements on a white sticky note.
He had estimated her size the last time he embraced her, trusting his sense of touch.
It ought to be close enough.
After jotting down the numbers, he tossed the note to Linda. "I want the dress by tonight."
"I got it, Mr. Hall." Linda took the note, not daring to look at the measurements, already understanding his intent.
Was he pursuing Ms. Devereux?
Why else would he suddenly order a dress for her?
Having worked with Mr. Hall for a long time, Linda had never seen him show such interest in a woman.
Perhaps Ms. Devereux was the exception.
Although Mr. Hall seemed to dislike her before, nobody could predict or control his whims.
Maybe now he had taken an interest in pursuing her?
Looking at Ms. Devereux's measurements would displease Mr. Hall for sure.
So, with discernment, Linda folded the note without glancing at it and tucked it into his suit pocket before heading out.
*
On the other side, Violet Devereux returned to JK with a mix of grievance and anger.
Just as she was about to reach her desk.
Max approached, holding up a warm cup of soy milk, "Violet, I brought this for you. Want to try some?"
Violet wasn't in the mood for soy milk. Just thinking about her recent encounter with Brady Hall, where she nearly experienced his forceful advance, sent a shudder through her.
She was utterly frustrated with his attention.
Couldn't he just despise her as he had before?
This ordeal was becoming too much for Violet. With Mr. Hall's entanglements, there was her spiteful stepsister, then Zhang Yuting.
And if another woman popped up...
Would it spell doom for her?
She didn't want to lose her life over this. She just wished to quietly work on her designs, care for her babies and her aunt.
Her irritation was so intense that even Max's kind gesture of buying her soy milk was unwelcome.
She simply couldn't bring herself to drink it.
Her eyes still brimming with unshed tears, she said, "Mr. Green, thank you, but I'd rather not."
With that, she headed back to her desk.
Max noticed her troubled expression and, after a moment's thought, approached her, asking, "What's the matter? Trouble with the Loraine Plahn account again?"
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