The woman's tone was flat and revealed a sense of openness.
Louis looked fixedly at the ugly face in front of him, and his heart could not say whether he was more angry or more furious.
"Violet, are you in such a hurry to get a divorce? Do you want to be with your outside lover soon? Knowing that my grandmother likes you, do you think there's nothing I can do about you? Hmm?"
The man's tone was chilly, and the approaching dangerous aura made Violet feel the dizziness in her head hit her again.
Her body went limp and she slid downward somewhat unsteadily on her feet.
"You ......"
Louis rushed to hold her up, only to find that her clothes were torn in many places.
At that moment, his brow was furrowed.
But the tone was still full of sarcasm.
"Violet, last night with your lover, even your clothes are torn."
Violet: "......"
How can his words be so poisonous!
"Mr. Johnson, you misunderstood. Yesterday I was met with robbers."
Violet leaned into Louis' arms and finally had the strength to defend herself.
With a shock, Louis helped her to sit down on the sofa.
The sanity that was lost because of the anger was brought back online.
"What's going on?"
"Here's the thing ......"
Violet touched a piece of the bag on the back of her head, slowed down, and recounted the events of yesterday.
Louis listened carefully, and the look on his face gradually returned to its usual cold, arrogant detachment.
So she didn't mean not to come back?
Did she meet the kidnappers?
Who was going after her?
As his eyes fell on her face and looked at her makeup, Louis' newly dissipated anger rose a few more notches.
"Violet, you haven't made it clear why you're dressed up like this?"
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