Chapter 52 Does this woman have no memory at all?
The workshop director's office was neither big nor small, but it was quite tidy.
After Violet entered with him, she didn't want to waste time, so she quickly asked, "Director, what's the problem?"
"Why are you in such a hurry?" The workshop director smiled and poured her a glass of water.
"Are you designers always so busy?"
"It's not too bad," Violet looked around and constantly thought about leaving.
"Miss Devereux, you look quite young, and single, I presume?" The workshop director brought her a cup of warm water.
Violet felt embarrassed and said, "Director, let's focus on work, shall we?" She wasn't here to discuss her personal life with him.
"Miss Devereux, it's obvious that you've just entered society. How can you be so unaware of social etiquette?"
The workshop director found her too serious. Why did she respond to these questions so seriously like an old-fashioned person?
Aren't city girls supposed to be open-minded?
One-night stands, threesomes, anything goes.
Does she look down on him as a workshop director?
The workshop director thought his conditions were not bad, with an annual salary of 300,000, a car, and a house.
He was still young, just 30 years old this year.
Not married yet.
Looking at her, was it okay to chat a little more?
"Director, let's talk business. I still need to deliver to another factory," Violet surprisingly said politely. "If it's too late, the other factory might have objections."
The workshop director thought to himself, this girl is quite competent, but could she really be that innocent?
He couldn't help but feel delighted.
If this beautiful girl was still single, that would be great.
He could pursue her.
"No problem, shall I accompany you?" the director offered her a glass of water. "Miss Devereux, have some water."
"Director, thank you, but I really need to go deliver something," Violet declined his water, feeling a bit annoyed. What does this man want?
Why couldn't he just get to the point?
"Director, if there's any issue, please let me know now. I can provide you with some advice."
"Hehe." The workshop director, realizing his offer of water failed, didn't force the issue and just chuckled. "Alright, let's discuss the sample problem of your JK. Come with me to the office desk."
Violet was truly speechless.
But she had no choice.
She could only follow him again.
Upon reaching the office desk, the director pretended to spread out the sample drawings of their JK and spent some time pointing out details that weren't even issues in Violet's eyes, wasting her time.
Violet felt that he was intentionally delaying her.
She was ready to use an incoming phone call as an excuse to leave.
Suddenly, the office door was violently pushed open from the outside.
They heard Aubrey rebuke, "Mr. Rod, what are you doing?"
The workshop director got scared and immediately let go of Violet's hand. Violet, caught off guard by his sudden release, took a few steps back and instantly fell into a solid and warm embrace.
Violet thought she had bumped into Aubrey.
She turned around to apologize.
Instead, as soon as she turned around, she saw that the man holding her was Brady.
Violet was instantly stunned, and then panic-stricken, she pushed him away. "Mr. Hall, I'm sorry."
"You wait over there for me," Brady's eyes were sharp as he looked at her.
It seemed like he wanted to see through her.
Fortunately, he came over to investigate the situation, or else would this woman have been taken advantage of by another man again?
Just like the previous dinner.
Wasn't she almost taken advantage of then?
Does this woman have no memory at all?
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