Chapter 212 The Privilege of Wealth and Beauty
Violet Devereux held her silence, a calm façade masking the turmoil within. Brady Hall, seemingly unperturbed by her quietness, made a proposition, his tone casual as if he were discussing the weather. "I wasn't joking earlier. What do you say about joining me at my residence this evening for some entertainment?"
Violet found herself at a loss for words once more.
With a gentle motion, she extricated his hand from her hair. As her fingers brushed against his slightly roughened ones, an electric jolt shot through her, leaving her fingertips tingling as if singed.
Hastily, she pushed his 'charged' fingers away, her voice carrying a note of reproach. "Mr. Hall, don't you find it unseemly for a bachelor and a single woman to be secluded in your home?"
"Surely, we're mature enough to handle it?" Brady Hall retorted, his gaze lingering on her fair, delicate hand. His voice was steady, his demeanor unruffled. "What's wrong with us enjoying each other's company?"
His face remained icy and noble, his striking features only amplifying his inherent air of superiority.
Violet refused to be swayed by his physical allure. Swallowing her rising anger, she retorted, "Mr. Hall, I implore you to remember your role as the CEO. I am an employee under the Hall family's employ. Is it fitting for you to engage in such flirtatious behavior with me?"
The urge to hurl her purse at his smug face was almost overwhelming.
Brady Hall merely responded with a sultry smile, leaning back into the plush leather seat. His voice, crisp and invigorating, filled the silence. "Take your time to ponder, even on matters concerning me. I assure you, I won't disappoint."
"JK is set to partner with international fashion events. Once we resolve the Loraine Plahn issue, our first collaboration will be in Paris next month. Are you interested in visiting the fashion capital?"
Why did he persist in dangling such tantalizing opportunities before her?
It was reminiscent of the Dior fashion show incident.
Despite her refusal, it did stir a flutter in her heart. But acceptance would mean agreeing to his terms, a concession she was unwilling to make.
"Thank you for the offer, Mr. Hall, but as a recent graduate, I'm not quite ready for such opportunities," Violet responded, her tone gentle yet firm.
Brady's gaze dropped slightly, his voice deep and resonant as he persisted, "Consider it. I can offer you experiences beyond your wildest dreams."
Violet bit her lip...
What did it matter? She wasn't naive. Acceptance would come with a cost, wouldn't it?
She wouldn't allow it.
Subsequent to their exchange, Brady Hall fell into a reticent silence, his attention focused on the road as their car made its way towards the Hall family estate.
His phone broke the silence, its shrill ring echoing within the confines of the vehicle. It was a call related to his business affairs. Brady leaned against the car window, his attention now divided between the road and the voice on the other end of the line.
Violet Devereux watched him, her heart inexplicably lightening at the sight. They were nearing their destination, the Hall company, and she was grateful for it. Her time spent with Brady Hall was far from enjoyable, his presence was too oppressive, too overbearing.
*
After a journey of about ten minutes, the luxurious Bentley finally rolled into the Hall family's underground garage. The car came to a smooth stop, and Brady Hall was still engrossed in his phone call.
Violet Devereux observed him, his attention still consumed by the business talk. Not wanting to disturb him, she decided to make her way up first. She approached him, gesturing that she was leaving, then turned to head towards the front elevator.
Just as she turned, Brady's warm hand swooped in, firmly grasping her hand and assertively interlocking their fingers.
Violet was taken aback. Was he seriously holding her hand in the company's underground parking lot? She tried to shake off the shock, but his grip was too strong, she couldn't break free.
The shock, however, didn't subside. What was Brady Hall thinking? This was the Hall family grounds; wasn't he afraid of the company employees seeing them?
Although the parking lot was deserted at the moment, there was no guarantee that it would remain so.
"Mr. Hall!" Violet Devereux, unable to break free, said with a faint blush and gritted teeth, "Please let go, we're at the company!"
Brady Hall gave her a brief look, said a few words to the person on the other end of the call, and then hung up. After hanging up, he didn't say much, just led her by the hand directly into the elevator.
Upon reaching the elevator, a security guard pressed the floor button for them. No one was around during this time, which made Violet Devereux breathe a sigh of relief; otherwise, she would become the center of gossip for all the female colleagues in the company again.
After entering the elevator, Brady Hall still didn't let go of her hand. It was soft, like a bundle of cotton, quite comforting. Brady Hall was somewhat reluctant to let go, "I'll release it when we arrive."
Violet Devereux was silent. This man was undoubtedly used to being dominant. Did he think just because he was the CEO and both handsome and wealthy, he could do whatever he wanted? She had really misjudged him before.
Well, she was about to resign anyway, she wouldn't have to see him after this, she was still at his company, she had to bend the knee, just endure it for a little longer.
Luckily for her, Brady Hall wasn't too excessive; he only held her hand until they reached the JK lounge, then let go.
Violet Devereux walked out of the elevator, taking a big breath of relief, yet the warmth from the man's palm lingered, hot on her skin. She quickly rubbed her hands together, and as soon as the heat subsided, she hurried back to her office.
When she got to her desk, before she even sat down, Laura Murphy, standing in the design department's hallway, spotted her and squinted her eyes, then promptly turned and went to the break room. Violet Devereux's teacup still sat on the counter.
Laura Murphy looked around and saw no one near. She quickly slid her hand into her pocket, withdrew a small packet of powder, and stealthily sprinkled it into Violet Devereux's teacup before swiftly walking away with the empty packet.
This act went unnoticed by everyone around.
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