Chapter 90 Her beautiful face suddenly appeared in his mind.
Loraine Plahn lived in Splendor Palace.
This villa area was a favorite among celebrities. It had fewer people, was quiet, and had strong security.
Living here offered better privacy protection for stars.
Max drove with her to the gate of Splendor Palace. The guards at the entrance asked them for their identification cards and appointment confirmation before issuing them a pass for entry.
After being granted access, Max glanced at the luxurious villas in front of him and couldn't help but say to Violet, "Violet, the living environment here is really good, but it's difficult for ordinary people like us to attain."
It's not that he didn't believe in his ability to buy a villa.
But the fact is, it's indeed very difficult.
The villas here cost at least a hundred million yuan.
He couldn't afford it.
Violet wasn't particularly interested in these villas, but she pretended to agree with his thoughts.
When the De Vere family was still prosperous, she had lived in grand villas too.
But then those things happened...
Violet didn't want to think about it. It made her feel uncomfortable.
She felt guilty for not being able to protect her mother and for letting her suffer and die on a hospital bed due to a lack of money for treatment.
That's why she seldom thought about the De Vere family.
Except for planning to reclaim the part of the inheritance that belonged to her mother, most of the time, she preferred to think about her children and Hellen.
That way, she would have the motivation to work hard, earn money, and support her family.
"Oh, here we are." Max turned a corner, and the car smoothly stopped in front of one of the European-style villas with a grayish-yellow exterior wall. "Let's get off."
Violet nodded, holding the small cake that Fanny had given her, and got off the car with Max to ring the doorbell of the villa.
Ding dong ding dong...
They rang it three times.
The maid of the villa opened the door and upon seeing them, guessed that they were the wedding dress designers appointed by Miss Plahn. She smiled and invited them in, "You must be JK's designers, right? Miss Plahn is waiting for you in the living room."
"Thank you, we are from JK," Max nodded.
"Then, please come in." The maid fully opened the door and ushered them inside.
Max and Violet followed the maid to the living room to meet Loraine Plahn.
Upon arriving in the living room, they saw Loraine Plahn receiving a facial spa treatment, just as she appeared on television.
Violet stood by, unable to help but admirably sigh.
In fact, she had also mingled in the socialite circle before.
However, at that time, her mother was involved with Eileen, the De Vere family was going through a divorce, and she didn't have much interaction with the girls in the socialite circle.
Including this former socialite and celebrity.
"Miss Plahn, the designer for JK is here," the maid bowed respectfully next to Loraine Plahn, who was closing her eyes, receiving a facial spa from her assistant, and whispered.
Only then did Loraine Plahn slowly open her eyes and look at Violet and Max standing there.
Loraine Plahn had originally expected an older female designer with more experience to be assigned to her this time, but she didn't expect someone who looked so young, around the same age as herself?
And quite beautiful too?
As Loraine Plahn looked at her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.
Hadn't she seen this female designer somewhere before?
Loraine Plahn narrowed her eyes and thought for a while until Violet introduced herself, and after she handed her a small cake, she remembered, wasn't this the De Vere family's former Miss De Vere who was expelled from their house?
It seemed she wasn't well-behaved back then and was even jilted by her fiancé Oliver and expelled from the De Vere family?
After recalling this, Loraine Plahn didn't bother chatting with her much. After all, when they were in the socialite circle before, she didn't seem to blend in with them very well.
Loraine Plahn just let her design her wedding dress.
Meanwhile, at the top floor of the Hall family building, in the CEO's office.
Brady hurriedly returned to the CEO's office on the top floor, with sticky fruit juice stains, closed the door, unbuttoned his white shirt, and took big strides into a hidden small bedroom connected to the office to shower and change.
There was a small bedroom here that he used for staying up late.
It had everything he needed.
Brady walked into the shower inside the small bedroom, turned on the showerhead, and let the warm water flow down.
Rinsing off the juice from his hair.
But while rinsing, perhaps because the water temperature was too high, the image of Violet's beautiful face suddenly flashed through his mind, along with the softness of her lips when he forcefully kissed her.
Like savoring sweet nectar.
Instantly, Brady felt a tightness in his abdomen.
His body was experiencing something early in the morning, and Brady couldn't help but curse.
Damn!
After cursing, Brady quickly finished showering, with the hot water pouring down.
Flowing over his skin over and over again.
Causing a strong reaction in his body, Brady immediately turned off the showerhead.
With water droplets covering his wet body.
Hastily walking out of the bathroom, he casually grabbed a bathrobe from the bedroom and put it on. He lifted his hand to press against his brow bone. His throat tightened. After a while, his body slowly calmed down, returning to normal. Phew—so he actually had sexual fantasies about Violet early in the morning because of that cup of juice. How desperate for a woman was he? Did he really have to think about her?
Brady thought that maybe he had been without a woman for too long, which is why he had such a reaction early in the morning. It seemed like he should try finding a woman who matches his preferences and bring her back to show the old lady. Brady relaxed his handsome brows, stood in the bedroom for a moment, and took out a cigarette from the table. Biting it, he ignited it with a snap. The crimson flame soared, accompanied by swirling smoke. Only then did he manage to get rid of those damn fantasies in his mind and calm down.
Subsequently, he called Mr. Taylor to consult about the paternity test. Mr. Taylor, upon receiving his call, didn't dare to neglect him and promptly responded, "Mr. Hall, I have arranged for someone to urge them.
They should have a response tomorrow." "Hmm, I see," Brady lightly acknowledged, hanging up the phone. He took off the bathrobe and started changing into a clean white shirt and trousers. By the time he walked out of the small bedroom, he had already restored his previous demeanor—a calm, noble, and aloof man that no one could approach easily.
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