Chapter 54 No mistake, I specifically named her
Brady was somewhat surprised to see her seemingly avoiding him.
He had expected her to be grateful or clingy towards him.
But she wasn't.
Brady was a bit curious now.
Why was it that a year ago, she dared to scheme against him and even slept with him, but now she started avoiding him?
Although he was the one who initially asked her to stay away from him.
But if she really wanted to scheme against him again or catch his attention, she should take every opportunity to get close to him, but she didn't.
So, has she really changed now?
For the first time, Brady had some doubts about his previous thoughts.
But these doubts couldn't completely change his perception of her.
And it was even less likely to make him like her.
That's how Brady saw it.
So, these strange feelings lately were just his curiosity towards her.
Brady pondered like this.
Without much thought, Brady didn't pay much attention to Violet and didn't think about asking her how she would go back or if she wanted a ride.
Returning to his luxurious car with Linda, Brady sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest while Linda started the car.
As they drove for a while, Linda saw Violet walking slowly ahead. Subconsciously, she blurted out, "Mr. Hall, Miss Devereux is up ahead." After saying this, Linda felt like she wanted to cut out her own tongue.
Mr. Hall didn't seem to genuinely care about Miss Devereux. Although he had helped her a bit today, it didn't necessarily mean anything. Especially since Mr. Hall disliked any woman; he didn't like approaching him.
Linda thought she would be scolded later. However, what was strange was that the man sitting in the back seat didn't scold her. Instead, he slowly opened his eyes and silently watched the woman walking on the roadside.
His gaze remained hidden in the shadows of the car without uttering a word. Brady remained silent, so Linda naturally didn't dare to stop the car or do anything else. She continued driving, and soon the car sped past Violet's side, leaving her far behind.
When the car turned onto the main road of the second ring, bright light entered the car, and suddenly Brady's phone rang.
Taking out his phone and looking at it, Brady saw that it was a call from his good friend, Arthur.
Unlocking the screen, Brady answered, "Why are you calling me so late?"
"That designer you recommended to me isn't good," Arthur sat on his sofa at home, leisurely swirling a glass in his hand.
"What's wrong?" Brady remembered that he had entrusted Mr. Green with this matter. Mr. Green had recommended JK's best senior designer. Are even senior-level designers not good enough?
"How can I put it? My cousin thinks the designer is inflexible and the design is too low-quality."
Nowadays, young girls like trendy things. If they aren't satisfied even a little bit, communication becomes impossible.
"So, does that mean you want to change to another designer?" Brady massaged his temples and asked.
"Well, please recommend someone else to me," Arthur took a sip of red wine.
"I'll ask Mr. Green tomorrow," Brady replied.
"Actually, I have a candidate in mind. It's someone you can recommend for me," Arthur chuckled softly.
His laughter was eerie, causing Brady to furrow his brows. "Who?"
"The Miss from the Devereux family, Violet. She graduated from a prestigious design school, so her skills should be good. Plus, she's young and around the same age as my cousin. There shouldn't be any communication issues."
"Are you serious?" Brady furrowed his brows even deeper.
Why would he choose her?
Why intentionally mention Violet?
"No mistake, I personally request to have her." Arthur said firmly. "You arrange it for me."
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