Chapter 111 The Name of the Studio
Chapter 111 The Name of the Studio
At the moment Stanley finished signing his name, Violet felt that her heart suddenly became empty.
But she concealed it well and didn’t show it on her face.
After finishing signing, Stanley handed the resignation application to Violet.
Violet reached out to take it over, but Stanley didn't let go.
Violet looked at him suspiciously, "Mr. Murphy?"
Stanley lowered his eyes and said quietly, "After I find out that person, you can come back at any time. The position of the chief designer is also yours."
"Thank you, Mr. Murphy, but no need." Violet smiled and refused, "My studio still needs me to go back."
Stanley narrowed his eyes, then relieved again, "So that's it. What is the name of your studio?"
"Rebirth!" Violet slowly uttered the words.
"Rebirth?" Stanley raised his eyebrows.
Why did he think this name was familiar?
Seeing what he was thinking, Violet lowered her head and laughed, "The studio who sued Phoebe's studio last time is mine."
Then, Stanley understood instantly.
It turned out that Phoebe's 20 million was compensated to her.
"Well, Mr. Murphy, I have to go. This month, I have gotten along well with you. I hope you can find an excellent designer." Violet reached out to Stanley.
Seeing her beautiful and fair hand, Stanley’s eyes dimmed. He reached out and shook hands with her, "I will walk you out."
"Okay." Violet nodded and didn't refuse.
Stanley walked Violet outside the office.
Violet waved to him and then walked towards the elevator.
While walking, she held the resignation application in one hand, and tightly grasped the pants on her thigh with the other, trying to resist the urge to look back at him.
She was afraid that she would really reluctant to leave if she turned her head back.
Soon, Violet entered the elevator.
When the elevator door was closed, her eyes were still wet. In order to prevent herself from crying, she kept looking up and holding back the tears.
When she arrived at the Personnel Department, she wiped her eyes, then smiled again and walked out of the elevator.
After finishing the resignation formalities, Violet didn't stay in the Murphy Group any longer. After packing her own things, she left the building directly.
On the balcony on the top floor, Stanley looked down at Violet who was hailing the taxi on the side of the road, tapping his fingers on the railing lightly.
Fraser stood behind him. Listening to his apparently rhythmic percussions, Fraser couldn't help but speak, "Mr. Murphy, if you are reluctant to let Violet leave, it won’t be too late to stop her now!"
"No, let her go. With her talents, she will shine no matter where she goes." Stanley retracted his gaze and turned back into the office.
Fraser followed Stanley and rolled his eyes at Stanley silently.
‘Mr. Murphy, have you misunderstood something?’
The reluctance he said was a man to a woman, not about talents.
"Still no clues?" Stanley walked to the office chair and sat down.
Fraser pushed his glasses to restore his elite look, "No, the people behind the scenes these days have not been acting on Violet, so all clues are useless."
"Continue to investigate. The person who can bribe the killer and silently destroy the elevator without leaving a trace will not have a small background. Investigate it from those celebrities." Stanley put his hand on the desk tightly. His hands clenched into fists, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were exposed.
Fraser hesitated for a few seconds, "But this way, it's easy to offend the family behind them."
"Hidden. Don't be caught." Stanley leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and said a little tiredly.
Fraser straightened his back and responded, "I see. I'll do it now."
"Yeah." Stanley nodded.
After Fraser left, Stanley opened his eyes, looked at the promotion contract on his desk, picked it up and was about to throw it into the trash can.
But when he did that, he suddenly changed his mind.
In the end, this contract was locked in a drawer by him.
At this moment, the phone under the computer rang suddenly.
Stanley glanced, picked up the phone and put it to his ear, "What's the matter?"
"Stanley, let’s have dinner together?" Henry suggested excitedly.
"No." Stanley refused expressionlessly.
"Really?" Henry squinted, "Today is Ivy's birthday. I want to give her a surprise."
Hearing this, Stanley immediately looked at the date in the lower right corner of the computer. When he saw today's date, he rubbed his temples. Only then did he remember that today was Ivy's birthday.
"Address!" Stanley asked.
Henry smiled, "I knew you would change your mind. I will send you the address in a while. I’m going to find George and ask him to give Ivy a two-hour leave at night."
Stanley gave a hmm. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
At the end of the call, he stood up, took the coat on the shelf and put it on his arm, holding the phone in the other hand. Then he walked out of the office.
At night, in the noisy bar.
Violet was sitting on the booth, pouring glasses of beer into her mouth. Soon, her eyes blurred.
Jessie came back from the dance. When she saw a few wine bottles empty on the table, she was shocked, "Holy shit, Violet, drink so much wine?"
She quickly snatched the wine glass from Violet's hand.
Violet squinted at Jessie, and stammered, "Jessie, are you back?"
"Yes, you still recognize me. It seems that you are not particularly drunk." Jessie sat down beside Violet.
Violet stretched out her hand to get the wine glass Jessie had just taken away.
Jessie didn't give it to her, but just pushed it far away, "Enough! You are already drunk."
"I... I'm not drunk!" Violet waved her hand, feeling unhappy. Her face flushed and her lips were red. With her drunk look, it made her look very attractive.
Jessie couldn't help but stared at Violet.
She knew that Violet was as beautiful as a fairy, but she didn't know Violet would be so attractive when she got drunk.
"Damn it! Hurry up to lower your head! When those men see you look like this, they will be crazy for you." Jessie put her coat on Violet's head.
Violet suddenly sobbed.
Jessie was stunned, "Honey, why are you crying?"
"I'm sad." Violet blinked at Jessie with tearful eyes.
"Why are you sad?" Jessie was puzzled.
Violet wiped her tears, "I have resigned. I will never see him again."
"Who?" Jessie looked dazed.
"Stanley..." Violet choked out the name.
Jessie was dumbfounded. It took a while for her to react. She looked at Violet incredulously, "Violet, you and Mr. Murphy..."
Violet hugged Jessie, "Jessie, am I bad? I like a man with a fiancée."
Jessie swallowed, "No, you are good. Mr. Murphy is so excellent. It is normal for you to like him. As long as you don't be a mistress, it will be fine."
"Yes, so I left." Violet picked up a new bottle of beer and opened it, looking up and taking a sip.
Jessie wanted to stop her. But seeing her so sad, Jessie just let her go.
She was still thinking about why Violet would suddenly invite her to the bar.
It turned out to be because of resignation and she couldn’t see Stanley in the future.
"Hey, it’s the first time that you fall in love with a man, but…" Jessie looked at Violet, feeling pitiful.
Violet vomited directly.
Jessie covered her nose and said, "Well, well, don't drink it. If you drink it again, something will happen. I will drive you back."
With that said, she took the wine bottle in Violet's hand, check out, and then left the bar and went to hail the taxi.
But here were basically private cars. For a long time, there were no taxis passing by.
Having no choice, Jessie had to help Violet go forward, ready to go to the front to see if she could get a taxi.
At this moment, a honking suddenly sounded behind them.