Chapter 159 He Always Makes Her Yield
Henry again.
Lucky for Violet Devereux, she was mentally braced. She set her porridge down and remarked, "Mr. Hall, about Henry... Hellen has it under control."
Brady Hall chuckled quietly as if it were an inside joke. "Seems like the kid is quite keen on having a dad around."
"He's got a dad." Violet's cool reply came. "Thank you for your concern about my cousin's children, Mr. Hall, but Henry has both parents."
"Really?" Brady lightly sipped from his glass and asked.
"Yes," she responded firmly, pausing momentarily. Not willing to dive deeper into this trap, she knew all too well how Brady could play his games; one wrong step and she'd be caught. So, she shifted the conversation. "Mr. Hall, can I leave after breakfast?"
Gracefully cutting a piece from his bacon roll, Brady proposed, "It's the weekend. How about you join me for a round of golf later, Ms. Devereux?"
"I don't have the time." The last thing Violet wanted was him making more demands. And there he went, indeed.
"Have you ever played golf?" he asked, slowly savoring his bacon roll, his presence both elegant and commanding. "The Devereux family went quite often, didn't they?"
Violet paused, taken aback. Then, after a beat, "I don't play." It was true the Devereux family frequented the golf course. But her father never taught her.
And she certainly wasn't interested in playing, especially not with him.
"How about I teach you?"
Violet was at a loss for words. Brady Hall was truly pushing his luck.
Taking a deep breath, Violet finally said, "Mr. Hall, please don't overstep. I have no interest in getting any closer to you."
"An invitation to play golf is overstepping and getting close?" Brady laughed lightly. He toyed with his water glass, then lifted his eyes to meet hers, dark and intense. "Do you think my social standing isn't good enough to ask you for a game of golf, Ms. Devereux?"
Violet Devereux had never claimed that he was unworthy.
"Mr. Hall, I have another engagement soon," Violet said, attempting to keep the peace without showing her growing irritation.
"I can't help but feel you're avoiding me on purpose, Ms. Devereux," Brady Hall remarked, seemingly trying to read her mind. "If that's the case, then there's no need for invitations. I'll simply instruct you to join me for some golf later as a matter of company business."
At his words, Violet's brows knitted together in surprise as she stared back at Brady, "Mr. Hall..."
"Resisting a supervisor's orders now, are we?" Brady continued coolly, "Surely, Ms. Devereux isn't seriously considering defiance?"
It wasn't defiance she felt; she just genuinely didn't want his company.
Her frown deepened, etching a stark line across her forehead as she looked at Brady with a stiff expression.
It seemed resigning was the only viable option left for her.
"I'll take your silence as agreement, Ms. Devereux." Brady pressed on.
Finally, Violet spoke up, "Mr. Hall, I'll go."
What was it, after all, but a game of golf?
In that moment, Violet realized it was pointless to keep dodging him.
What kind of man was Brady Hall?
The more you avoided him, the more he pursued.
So she decided to stop running. Once Loraine Plahn's wedding dress design was complete, she'd hand in her resignation.
"You sure you'll join?" Brady seemed slightly taken aback, perhaps expecting more resistance.
"Yes." Violet nodded. "I wouldn't dare defy a direct order from my boss, would I, Mr. Hall?"
Brady understood then; her compliance was reluctant, forced by his authority, and he allowed himself a small, knowing smile.
No more words were exchanged; he was confident she would eventually yield to his will.
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