"Mr. Murphy!" After seeing him, there was a touch of surprise in Violet’s eyes.
Stanley saw it. He was in a good mood, "Hello."
"Why are you here?" Violet asked curiously.
Stanley put his hand on the edge of the window, "Come to pick you up."
"Pick me up?" Violet blinked in surprise.
Stanley nodded, "I heard Jessie say that you came to the Hunt family. I was worried that the Hunt family would hurt you, so I came over and have a look."
Hearing this, Violet felt warm, "Well, they didn't do anything to me."
"That's good. Get in the car. The model will have the last rehearsal today. The show will open tomorrow. We will be very busy!" Stanley took the initiative to open the door of the passenger's seat.
Violet got into the car by going around the front of the car.
When they arrived at the fashion hall, Violet temporarily separated from Stanley and went backstage to exchange details of tomorrow's show with the models.
Stanley stayed on the venue of T stage and listened to the staff to report on the safety of the venue to avoid accidents tomorrow.
At this time, Fraser came to him, "Mr. Murphy."
Stanley didn't look at Fraser. His eyes still fell on the T stage, "Did you find it out?"
"Yeah. Eason is indeed selling his shares." Fraser nodded.
Stanley sneered, "He has no money in his hands. If he doesn't sell his shares, how can he compensate Violet? How much does he sell?"
"It's not clear for the time being, but it shouldn't be too high. After all, the Hunt Group is at a juncture of bankruptcy at any time. If the price is too high, no one will buy it." Fraser said.
Stanley adjusted his sitting posture, "Then lower the price to 20 million, which is only enough to compensate Violet."
"In this way, it is equivalent to getting nothing. Without these shares, his control over the Hunt Group may not be so great. Maybe he will be ousted from the president by the board of directors at some point." Fraser smiled.
Stanley's eyes were filled with cold light, "This is what I want."
In the past few years, Eason used Stanley’s name to seek benefits. For Phoebe’s sake, Stanley turned a blind eye to him, but now Eason was still getting more and more too far. Recently. He was actually trying to use Stanley’s name to get a huge loan from the bank.
This was something that Stanley absolutely couldn’t tolerate. It happened to take this opportunity to give Eason a warning.
"Okay, I see. I will do it now." Fraser said, turning around and leaving.
Stanley continued to pay attention to the T stage.
Not long after, the staffs on the T stage went down from the stage after a shout from the venue management. The next moment, the lights of the entire venue dimmed, which meant that the rehearsal was about to begin.
Soon, the music rang. Models with long legs and full of aura came out, wearing extremely luxurious dresses.
Stanley sat in the first row under the T stage, rubbing his chin and watching the rehearsal seriously.
Although he didn't react much on the face, his eyes were shining. Obviously, he was satisfied with the rehearsal.
The dress rehearsal was very long. Every time when Stanley saw a set of clothes, he would make some notes in the notebook on his lap.
An hour later, after the last model walked out, Violet appeared.
She appeared on the curtain call as a designer. She stood in the middle of the T stage, folded her hands, and bowed to the audience.
Stanley put the notebook on the side and stood up, clapping gently.
Violet heard it and walked towards him with a smile, "Mr. Murphy, how do you feel after watching the rehearsal?"
"Not bad." Stanley put his hands down, "but it could be better."
"Oh? Do you have any suggestions?" Violet was slightly surprised.
Stanley said, "I made some notes. You can take a look."
"Okay, I'll take a look." With that, Violet bent her knees slightly and was about to jump off the T stage.
When Stanley saw this, he frowned and stretched out a hand towards her.
Violet looked at his hand in confusion.
Stanley pursed his lips, "Aren't you going to come down?"
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