Chapter 238 Violet, You Won't Always Be Lucky
Engrossed in their conversation about the burgeoning opportunities in the EU, the pair spent half an hour in amiable chatter. As time passed, the rest of their party's vehicles trickled into the parking lot of the dinner venue. The topic of the EU was abandoned, replaced by a jovial demeanor as they joined the others in the private dining room. Violet trailed behind Max and another female designer, being the last to enter. Once the room was filled with their companions, the trio integrated themselves into the gathering. Upon confirming everyone's arrival, Max signaled for the waiter to begin serving the food. His spirits were high that evening, prompting him to order with a generous hand. From Violet's perspective, the dishes appeared quite lavish, but given Max's substantial salary, the expense likely didn't faze him. Throughout the meal, Violet kept her attention on her plate. The atmosphere was congenial, at least superficially. Laura, however, piqued Violet's curiosity. She wondered if Laura's seemingly conciliatory behavior was a deliberate act for Max's benefit or if it concealed a hidden agenda. Midway through the meal, Laura lifted her glass of juice, addressing Violet, "Violet, I propose a toast. We've had our misunderstandings, and I hope you can overlook them." As a newcomer, Violet was unlikely to rebuff such a gesture, but she hadn't forgotten Laura's past transgressions. Violet was not one to be easily swayed, but in such a public setting, she had to maintain a gracious facade. She feigned humility, replying, "Laura, as an experienced designer, I may need to rely on your guidance in the future." "Of course. Feel free to approach me with any issues," Laura responded, a faint smile gracing her lips as she drained her glass of juice. Violet reciprocated, downing a large glass herself. However, Laura was not one to let things rest. After finishing her juice, Laura revealed her cunning side. "Isn't it a bit dull to just drink juice? What do you all think?" she asked, turning to the other designers.
They all agreed, and someone suggested, "Let's have some wine." "Laura, I'm afraid I can't drink," Violet replied. She was still nursing her baby, and alcohol was out of the question. "What's the matter? Do you look down on me?" Laura asked, a calculated smile on her face. "Or are you unwilling to make amends?" Violet glanced at her, silently scoffing at Laura's insincerity. She had no intention of reconciling with her. She vividly remembered the incident from before. She suspected she had been drugged intentionally, though she lacked concrete evidence. She couldn't help but wonder, 'Apart from Laura, who else in the company would want to harm me in such a way?'However, with so many designers present, Violet couldn't accuse Laura outright. She could only gently say, "Laura, I really can't drink." "Laura, let it go. She really can't drink," Max interjected, coming to Violet's rescue at the right moment. At his words, a glint of malice flickered in Laura's eyes. She smirked, retorting coldly, "Mr. Green, playing the hero, are we?"
Max remained unperturbed, idly swirling the glass on the table with his finger. "I would do the same if someone else were pressuring you to drink. Let's return to our seats and finish our meal. We have another event to attend afterward." Laura laughed, but she stopped pestering Violet. As she turned to leave, she leaned in, whispering in Violet's ear, "Violet, you won't always be so lucky." With that, she made to return to her seat, wine in hand. Violet quickly blocked her path with a defiant smile on her face. "I will continue investigating the incident from before." She wouldn't let herself be bullied so easily again. As soon as Violet spoke, a flash of anger crossed Laura's face. She looked as if she wanted to hurl the wine at Violet, but with everyone watching, she didn't dare. She could only return to her seat, her expression strained and her heart seething with resentment.
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