Chapter 243 Violet Was Taken into the Elevator.
"So, was your supposed date with Quentin nothing more than a ruse?" Brady questioned, his arms encircling Violet's petite frame as he leaned casually against the railing. In the blink of an eye, Violet found herself ensnared in his warm, enveloping embrace."Was it?"
Violet remained silent, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. "Resorting to such childish subterfuge won't work on me, Violet. You're well aware of my intentions towards you," Brady murmured, his breath warm against her ear, sending a shiver cascading down her spine. There was something about this man, a certain magnetism that made women quiver, even with the most benign of actions. Suppressing the tremor that his proximity induced, Violet spun on her heel to leave. "Mr. Hall, I'm going home."
She was acutely aware that lingering would only put her at a disadvantage.
"I'll walk you," Brady offered, his hand capturing hers as he led her towards the staircase, their path cleared by the ever-vigilant bodyguards. Their imposing presence was enough to draw attention.
Fearful of being spotted by Max and the others, Violet took care to shield her face as they descended to the ground floor and hastily exited the building with Brady. Despite her best efforts to remain incognito, sharp eyes managed to identify her. Fanny, her eyes wide with surprise, nudged Laura and whispered, "Laura, isn't that Violet over there? And is that Mr. Hall with her?" Laura followed Fanny's gaze, catching only a glimpse of Violet and Brady's retreating figures. The silhouette and attire bore a striking resemblance to Violet's, but she couldn't be certain. After all, Brady was the object of desire for many of New York's socialites. The thought of Brady being interested in a commoner like Violet was laughable to Laura. She scoffed, "Do you really believe that our billionaire heartthrob, Mr. Hall, would be interested in someone like Violet? You're giving her far too much credit." "I'm certain it's her. Look, she's right there," Fanny persisted. "You're mistaken, Fanny. Consider this, Mr. Hall is a man of great stature. His companions are usually socialites or celebrities, not grassroots designers," Laura reasoned, her tone dismissive. "She's more likely to be enticing men like Mr. Green or those unappealing types like Mr. White," Laura added, her words laced with mockery. Fanny found herself wavering, Laura's words planting seeds of doubt in her mind. She pondered, ‘Why would Mr. Hall be interested in someone like Violet? There are countless beautiful women vying for his attention.' "Perhaps I was mistaken," Fanny conceded, her gaze shifting away. "Shall we hit the dance floor?" "I'd rather stay here and enjoy a drink alone, if you don't mind?" Laura replied, her thoughts still lingering on Max. He was the man she had secretly admired, and letting go was proving to be a challenge.
"I understand," Fanny said, patting Laura's shoulder sympathetically before making her way to the dance floor. Laura remained seated, her gaze fixed on Max, a sense of unease settling within her. She vowed to make Max regret his actions and beg for her forgiveness. Once Brady and Violet had exited the nightclub, their chauffeur promptly drove the car over. As soon as they were settled in, the driver hit the accelerator and they were off. Violet had naively assumed that Brady would escort her back to her apartment, but instead, he had brought her to his own. She felt deceived once again, and a part of her wanted to scream for help. But before she could voice her protests, Brady had swiftly ushered her into his private elevator, effectively silencing her.
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