Chapter 166 A Second Later and Her Face Would’ve Been Ruined
After getting off the phone with Loraine Plahn, Violet Devereux quickly gathered her things, grabbed the design drafts, and prepared to head to her celebrity studio to meet her.
She had just reached the reception desk at JK with the drafts in hand when Lilian Devereux stormed out of the elevator, her high heels clacking. She zeroed in on Violet, who was now at the reception, and marched toward her with swift strides. As she approached, she raised her hand, poised to slap Violet without saying a word.
But Violet was quick to react. Seeing the slap coming, she grabbed Lilian's wrist, effectively blocking her, and asked with a cold expression, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“How dare you?” Lilian snapped, unable to swing her hand because of Violet's grip. Her face was red with rage as she glared at Violet and said through gritted teeth, “Didn’t I warn you to stay away from Mr. Hall? Why did you go to him again?”
Violet was utterly speechless and repulsed by what she heard; not Brady Hall again!
If Lilian was so infatuated with Brady, why didn't she go to him directly? Why bother her? Plus, whatever happened over a year ago had made Violet completely give up on Brady Hall.
“Instead of making a scene with me, why don’t you take it up with Mr. Hall?” Violet retorted, refusing to be intimidated. She hadn’t yet settled the score with Lilian about her mother’s situation. Was she here to bully her again?
She was no longer the old Violet, the one who let them push her around.
With cold anger, Violet said, “You're with the Hall family PR department now, causing trouble here at JK. Aren’t you scared this’ll get back to Mr. Hall and turn him off?”
“I heard Mr. Hall doesn’t take kindly to employees who cause drama. Do you want to test that?”
"Violet Devereux, you low-life, how dare you threaten me?" Lilian Devereux was seething with rage, her eyes bulging. "Feeling smug now, are you? Looks like Oliver was right; you’ve been cozying up to Mr. Hall."
"I'm warning you, keep your claws off Mr. Hall."
Oliver?
Violet simply raised a brow, unphased by her sister’s warning. It took a moment for her to realize why Lilian brought up Oliver, but then it clicked; Oliver must have seen her playing golf with Brady Hall.
And Brady had threatened him.
So, that's why Lilian stormed here this morning in a rage.
Violet scoffed coldly, "What's the point of hounding me, Lilian? Why don't you confront Mr. Hall yourself? Ask him if he's involved with me. And if not, do me a favor and leave me alone. Thanks."
With that, Violet grabbed her stack of design sketches and strode past the JK lobby reception desk.
Watching Violet brush her off boiled Lilian's blood all the more, igniting an invisible fire inside her.
How could she possibly confront Brady Hall?
She was deliberately trying to humiliate her, wasn't she?
Brooding over it, Lilian spun on her heel and marched toward the reception desk. "Excuse me, could I get a cup of boiling water, please? I mean, really hot."
The receptionist, unaware of the spat between the Devereux sisters and seeing Lilian's PR department badge, hurriedly filled a cup with steaming water, eager to please.
Cup in hand, Lilian made her way toward the elevators where Violet was just stepping in.
Reaching Violet, Lilian gritted her teeth and spat, "You think you're so clever, don't you? Well, today I'm going to put you in your place and see how you'll seduce Mr. Hall after this!"
In a fury, she flung the boiling water from the cup.
But as Violet turned to face her, the elevator doors slid open. Without a second thought, Violet stepped back and darted inside.
The scalding water, instead of hitting Violet, splashed across the metal elevator floor with a hiss, just as the doors closed with a ding.
Violet Devereux stared at the steaming hot water on the elevator floor, her face turning ghostly pale. She knew they had a mean streak, but she never imagined it could run so deep.
If the elevator had arrived a second later, her face would have been disfigured!
Shaken, Violet sidestepped the puddle, biting her lip as her fingers clenched into a tight fist.
She vowed to settle the score in the future.
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