Chapter 636 Expelling Violet
The Swift Mansion.
Violet returned home and sat before her vanity mirror, exhaustion etched across her face from the day's trials.
She stared at her reflection, her eyes holding a steely resolve tinged with cold determination.
Violet roughly removed her makeup, as if trying to scrub away the frustrations that had built up throughout the entire day.
But her peripheral vision caught something on her exposed neck.
Violet's hand froze mid-motion. She slowly stood and leaned closer to the mirror, examining her neck with careful scrutiny.
On her delicate throat was a faint bruise—no longer painful, but branded into her skin like a permanent mark.
It was David's handprint, a clear record of his violent behavior toward her.
Violet's breath caught as she was instantly transported back to that moment when David's fingers had closed around her throat, cutting off her air, her ability to think, leaving her with nothing but the raw sensation of his rage and loss of control.
The memory sent her hands into tight fists, her shoulders trembling slightly as a cold flash crossed her eyes.
David's grip had felt like he truly intended to kill her.
Fury churned within her, her heart pounding, blood boiling. Yet she knew that anger wouldn't solve anything right now—she needed to stay calm and think about her next move.
Violet took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions.
The phone's shrill ring shattered the silence. Violet answered.
Lavinia's voice came through, "Ms. Swift, I've just received word—the engagement can be reinstated! Mr. Valdemar has agreed to all the terms. As long as you're willing, we can continue with the engagement preparations!"
Lavinia's voice carried excitement, as if after days of darkness, she'd finally glimpsed dawn.
But hearing this news brought Violet no joy whatsoever. Instead, it filled her with deep suspicion and uncertainty.
She gazed out at the darkness beyond her window, her eyes hollow and distant, as if seeing through the world's hypocrisy and fickleness.
When Lavinia heard no response, she asked tentatively, "Ms. Swift, can you hear me?"
"Fine."
Violet's eyes flashed with mockery and disappointment as she picked up a makeup remover pad and began wiping her lips.
The lipstick smeared everywhere, staining the entire area around her mouth red in a ghastly manner.
Violet stared coldly at her reflection, "David's people told you this?"
"No, it was the bridal boutique! They're asking when you'll have time to reselect your engagement attire."
"Attire?" Violet frowned: "Wasn't everything already custom-made?"
Lavinia explained: "But when the engagement was called off, Mr. Valdemar had the wedding dress destroyed."
Violet let out a bitter laugh. So David had planned it all along—to discard her like a worthless pawn.
Even though David now wanted to reinstate their engagement and continue with their scheme, Violet could no longer trust him.
David could dispose of her at any moment, but the leverage she held wasn't something she could always withdraw at will.
Facing such a partner who constantly guarded against her, who harbored such duplicitous intentions, Violet couldn't feel secure at all.
That distrust pierced her heart like a thorn.
"Fine, I understand." Violet hung up abruptly.
It seemed that partnerships without genuine feeling were fundamentally fragile.
In the end, the only thing she could truly rely on was Albert's love for Yvette.
The Valdemar Group.
At the luxurious, spacious reception area, tension was mounting.
Elegant white marble and glittering crystal chandeliers created a stunning display, yet couldn't mask the current anxiety and stress.
Hurried footsteps shattered the usual tranquility as the receptionist desperately tried to stop a woman who was determined to push past.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Swift, but if you want to go upstairs, you must have an appointment with Mr. Valdemar first!"
Violet acted as if she hadn't heard, charging straight ahead.
The receptionist often dealt with people trying to force their way in, but today her hands were clenched tight with nerves.
Because she recognized the woman before her—David's current fiancée, Violet.
The receptionist again extended her hand to block Violet. "Ms. Swift, please cooperate with our procedures."
An employee noticed the commotion and, recognizing Violet, hurried over to tell the receptionist, "This is Mr. Valdemar's fiancée—how can you stop her?"
The employee flashed an ingratiating smile. "Why don't you come with me? I'll help you badge in!"
"Ms. Swift isn't here to see Mr. David Valdemar!" the receptionist said helplessly: "She's here for Mr. Albert Valdemar, and without an appointment, how can I let her up?"
The employee froze.
Everyone knew that before becoming David's fiancée, Violet had been with Albert for over ten years.
Now, having taken on the role of David's fiancée, she was here to see her ex-boyfriend.
The employee smiled awkwardly, not daring to speak.
Violet turned to the employee. "You said you could badge me in?"
The employee immediately regretted his meddling, bowing apologetically. "Sorry, Ms. Swift, I'm just a regular employee. My card only works for the lower floors—you still couldn't access Mr. Albert Valdemar's office."
Violet frowned, but suddenly heard someone nearby speaking respectfully, "Good day, Mr. Valdemar."
Violet instinctively turned and saw Albert unexpectedly dressed in casual clothes, striding into the lobby with purpose.
Even in casual attire, Albert's commanding presence and distinguished bearing made him impossible to ignore.
Violet's eyes lit up. Without further argument with the receptionist, she rushed toward Albert.
"Albert!"
That single call drew the attention of everyone in the Valdemar Group lobby.
Seeing the two of them together, knowing expressions crossed every face.
Hearing Violet's voice, Albert turned around, stopping with visible displeasure, his brow furrowed deeply.
He despised any form of obstruction, especially from Violet.
He looked at her coldly, his tone edged with impatience, "I wasn't seeking you out, yet you dare show your face in front of me?"
"Albert, don't be so defensive. I'm here to talk—it's very important!"
Violet lowered her head, searching through her bag for the medical records she'd brought.
The medical records Violet carried were identical to those David possessed—though incomplete, they would show Albert the severity of Yvette's condition.
Once Albert knew about Yvette's health problems, he would surely be willing to listen.
But before Violet could produce the medical records, she heard Albert's cold, disgusted voice cutting through the air.
"Security, remove her."
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