Love after Divorce novel (Violet Elliott) novel Chapter 315

Hearing this, Rosalie said, "What can I do to make me take it out for you?"

"Mrs. Johnson, you are The hostess of Johnson Family, and it is impossible to keep The Johnson Family in order for so many years without a little means."

Alisha patted a horse's back, and then the conversation turned, "And I also listened to your words to end up in such a situation, you do not help me a hand, will not let me chill? How can I help you in the future?"

This is half a compliment, half a threat.

Rosalie sneered, "Mrs. Williams, you're both quite threatening, mother and daughter?"

"Mrs. Johnson, don't get me wrong, why would I threaten you? I am still waiting for you to promote the Williams family into the upper class circle."

Alisha hastened to curry favor.

Rosalie snorted, "Mrs. Williams, I can introduce you to someone who you can get to help you fix Violet. but you need to get one thing clear, I'm not afraid of what you'll say to the outside world, I'm just plain disgusted with Violet."

"Yes, yes, Mrs. Johnson, who is this person you're introducing me to?"

Alisha was busy answering the question.

"His name is Greyson, he specializes in working for rich people, you just pay the money in place, he will do what you want."

Listening to Rosalie's introduction, Alisha understood that people like Greyson are knives in the hands of the rich, specializing in things that are not on the table.

"Okay, Mrs. Johnson, I'll take notes." Alisha hung up the phone.

Nancy, who was standing by, had her ears open and took in the conversation between the two.

"Mom, this Greyson must not be a good guy, right?"

Alisha's mouth curved up in a cold arc, "What rich person doesn't have a little tact? Your mother also has her own power, but I just want to pull Rosalie into the water, or she's sitting on the sidelines? It's not that good."

It was Rosalie who was behind her current situation.

How could she possibly let her stay out of it?

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Palace Hotel.

Violet is awake.

She looked at the unfamiliar ceiling above her head and felt nothing but a splitting headache.

So thirsty.

Head is so swollen.

Where is this?

Violet got up, rubbed her temples and looked around, then realized she was in a hotel.

The memory slowly returned, Violet's hand movements a meal, frowning tightly.