Chapter 70 Familiar sense of tabacoo
A familiar and lightly tobacco-scented heat brushed past her ear. Of course, as soon as she went downstairs, the security personnel downstairs immediately called Linda, the secretary who handles matters for the CEO, to inform her of Violet's departure. After hanging up the phone, Linda would naturally report this to Brady.
Upon hearing the news, Brady just made a sound of acknowledgment and let her go downstairs first. He then picked up the internal phone and dialed Max's number. However, when Brady made this call to Max, it wasn't just to ask where Violet went. He wanted Max to arrange for Violet to design a wedding dress for Arthur's cousin. When he heard from Max that Violet had unexpectedly gone to the old lady's place, he immediately got up and walked back to the old lady's place.
Madam's side.
The time now is around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, scorching hot with perfect sunlight.
Violet hurriedly arrived at the villa where the old lady was located.
By now, the old lady was already sitting on the sofa, holding her beloved pet dog, waiting patiently for Violet to arrive.
When the old lady saw Violet coming in cautiously, she immediately greeted her warmly with joy, "Miss DE Vere, come and sit here quickly."
"Grandmother, your hat design is ready, take a look." Violet didn't want to sit down, so she obediently handed over the design paper in her hand for the old lady to see.
She was afraid that the old lady would enthusiastically invite her to have dinner or something.
She had been coming home late for several days now.
Her loved ones must be unhappy about it.
The old lady put down her beloved pet dog and took the design paper from Violet's hand. After giving it a quick look, she couldn't help but smile. This girl designed it beautifully, and she liked it very much.
Not a single flaw could be found.
Both the shape and style of the hat were exactly what she wanted.
"Miss DE Vere, your design suits my taste, so go ahead and make it for me according to this design." The old lady returned the paper to her and said, "In the future, I will introduce you to the ladies in my circle. They need custom-made clothes every month, and the prices they offer are high. Just take them on whenever you are free."
When Violet heard that the old lady was actually introducing clients to her, she instantly nodded gratefully, "Thank you, grandmother."
The old lady smiled and said, "Don't mention it. I only introduce you because your designs are good. If they weren't, how could I introduce you?"
"Well... grandmother, if you don't have anything else, I will go back to the company first." Violet really hoped that the old lady wouldn't mention inviting her to have dinner again.
She hurriedly spoke up.
But as soon as she finished speaking, the old lady indeed brought up the matter of having dinner: "Miss DE Vere, why don't you stay and have dinner later?"
"Grandmother, it's still working hours for me now." Violet knew she had guessed correctly.
She couldn't help but feel helpless.
"I know, but you can continue talking to me about designs because I want to have a coat customized as well." The old lady was indeed the old lady, finding a reason to keep Violet for dinner.
She could come up with plenty of reasons.
Violet could only sigh inwardly: ...
"Shall we go to the dressing room and take a look at the style of my coat first?" The old lady enthusiastically took Violet's hand, not minding that she was just an ordinary staff member.
In a way, she treated her like her own daughter-in-law.
Violet didn't really want to go and see her coat.
But the old lady was a VIP client, so she couldn't refuse.
She thought that today she probably wouldn't run into Brady, right?
Then let's go and see the old lady's dressing room?
Of course, after looking for a while, one of the old lady's good friends called her, so she went out to take the call first.
Violet was left alone in the spacious dressing room to check the coat for the old lady.
Style.
She don't know how long the time has passed.
The door of the cloakroom was opened, and Violet didn't turn around to see who it was.
Thinking it was the old lady.
She still stood by the wardrobe, holding a set of camel-colored coat and said, "Granny, I think the color of this coat looks good. Do you want to choose this color for the design?"
After Violet finished speaking, she felt a burst of warmth on her back. Immediately after, a familiar hot breath, mixed with a hint of tobacco, brushed past her ear, and the voice was low and slow, "It does look good."
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