Chapter 181 You Dare Call the Police?
Mrs. Devereux, now 60, didn't look her age at all. Thanks to a life of luxury since marrying into the Devereux family, she appeared more like she was just 50.
As she strode confidently into JK, the receptionist, out of politeness, made an attempt to intercept her.
Mrs. Devereux, to everyone's surprise, had the strength to shove the receptionist aside and, after scanning the office area, made a beeline for Violet.
As she approached, Mrs. Devereux raised her hand, a cold look in her eye as she aimed for Violet.
Violet, who was always on guard against all members of the Devereux family, tilted her head just in time to dodge the slap.
Mrs. Devereux's palm met the air, and, furious, she hissed through clenched teeth, "Violet Devereux, what are you playing at? Trying to steal the man your sister loves?"
It was clear this was about Brady Hall, the woman's malicious visit instigated by Lilian Devereux.
Violet stepped back and looked at her grandmother coldly, "Grandmother, what are you implying?"
"Besides, I'm no longer a part of the Devereux family. I don't understand why you're barging into our company to attack someone."
There was a time when Mrs. Devereux had held her close, treasured her like a precious gem.
But that was before the stepmother came into the picture.
And with various false accusations and gossip, her grandmother had come to loathe her and her mother deeply, wishing nothing more than for them to disappear.
This hatred had festered for over a decade.
Violet Devereux was truly fed up.
She had tolerated their treatment in the past because she was once part of the Devereux family—without power or standing. But now that she was out, no longer bound to the family name, why should she endure their bullying?
"You've certainly become sharp-tongued," Mrs. Devereux retracted her slap and sneered, "No wonder you even bully your sister. You're as malicious as your dead mother."
After Mrs. Devereux's words, Violet, who had held her tongue for over a decade, could bear it no longer. She snatched the water glass from the nearby desk and doused Mrs. Devereux's face, "Don't speak of my mother, or I swear I'll call the cops!"
She could accept insults directed at herself but not at her mother. Her mother was her most beloved in the world.
Nobody should dare insult her mother.
Never had Mrs. Devereux been splashed in the face with water and by her own granddaughter at that. She froze in shock before bursting into sobs, "Violet Devereux, you wretch! Attacking your own grandmother? Look, everyone, see the venom of this Violet Devereux as she bullies her kin!"
While ranting, Mrs. Devereux called the surrounding designers to witness the spectacle.
Violet remained unmoved; she had already made up her mind to resign and was indifferent to her colleagues' stares.
"Behold her wickedness!" Mrs. Devereux continued to shriek, the calm composure of a society lady entirely abandoned for the tantrums of an outraged woman, inciting the designers to gather around.
"I'll have you all know, my granddaughter is not just venomous but utterly shameless too." Mrs. Devereux aimed to tarnish Violet's reputation. Upon hearing the commotion, Max, a tall and imposing figure, stepped forward to shield Violet, "Ma'am, this is a workplace. If you keep causing a scene, we will have to call the police!"
"Go ahead and try calling the police!" Mrs. Devereux wiped the water from her face, regaining composure as she glared at Violet, "Don't you get cocky now, Violet. I've got something that will surely make you apologize."
Violet had no idea what Mrs. Devereux could be holding over her. Was she referring to her past with Brady Hall? Violet retorted, "I don't mind if you spread that around, but think it through. With his family's standing, the Devereux family could be bankrupt overnight."
Mrs. Devereux was well aware that the Devereux family didn't have the clout to threaten Brady Hall.
Her leverage lay in the past of Violet's mother.
So Mrs. Devereux was in no hurry. Violet was being brazen today, but she'd be groveling before her soon enough.
With that thought, Mrs. Devereux laughed, "Violet, I'll remember today. Don't come crying to me later." With those words, she turned on her heel and left coldly.
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