"What?" Violet was shocked. Her mouth slightly opened.
Jessie could probably imagine what Violet looked like now. She sighed, "You can watch it online by yourself. The press conference was at 7 o'clock in the morning. Although it is over now, there are videos on the Internet."
"Okay. I'll watch it right away."
Violet hung up the phone, clicked into the web page, and searched for the video what Jessie said.
This video was immediately found.
Violet clicked in. Then she saw Eason standing in front of the camera with a microphone, looking extremely angry, condemning how she got involved in Phoebe and Stanley, and how she made Stanley's feelings for Phoebe fade and then let Stanley cancel the marriage.
Below this ten-minute condemnation video, the comments made by netizens were even more vicious.
Violet scrolled down. It was all scolding her.
"I’m wondering why did Phoebe got along well with everyone during the competition, but she didn't like Violet. It turned out that Violet seduced her fiancé and broke her marriage contract. If I were Phoebe, I wouldn’t like Violet, either."
"I admired her before and thought her design talent was so awesome. But no matter how good her talent is, she is a mean bitch. She just knows to flirt with other men. See her face, she is not a good woman."
"The most important thing is that these two people have the same surname, but Violet is much more vicious than Phoebe. Although Phoebe is wrong, Violet’s act of exposing Phoebe on the spot clearly shows that she wants to ruin Phoebe and doesn’t let Phoebe come back! It’s so terrible!"
Seeing these comments, Violet trembled.
She bit her lip, turned off the interface directly, then returned to the communication record, found Eason's phone number and dialed it.
Eason seemed to be waiting for her call. He answered so quickly.
He sat on the sofa in the living room of the villa, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a cigar in the other. He said calmly, "Hello."
"Eason, what on earth do you want to do?" This time, Violet didn't even call him father. She squeezed the phone and asked loudly.
Eason was not angry when Violet called his name. He smiled, "Violet, I was also forced. I can't help it. You don’t withdraw Talia's lawsuit. Besides, I also need you to help Phoebe. But I know you won’t agree, so..."
"So you held the press conference, slandering me for getting involved between Phoebe and Murphy, and using the power of the Internet to force me to agree to withdraw the lawsuit, right?" Before Eason could finish speaking, Violet understood everything. She was so angry that her eyes turned red.
Eason flicked the ashes on the cigar, "Yes, Violet, you should have seen those comments which scolding you on the Internet. As long as you agree to withdraw the lawsuit and help Phoebe give false testimony in court by then or won’t attend to testify, I will help you suppress public opinions on the Internet?"
"Heh!" Violet was amused by what he said, "Do you think I'm so easy to be coaxed?"
The Internet had memories, and netizens also had memories.
Even if Eason suppressed these by then, her reputation was still ruined. The impression she left on everyone was still the shameless mistress who intervened in other unmarried couples!
"So, don't you agree?" Eason spit out white smoke.
"No, I don't agree!" Violet closed her eyes and suppressed the anger in her eyes, leaving only a deep disappointment, "Eason, I really want to know if I am your daughter. You actually did this to me!"
Eason's old face twitched, "Of course you are my daughter, but it’s just that you are distant for me. I know, you always hate me. You won't listen to me, so I can only give up you."
Hearing this, Violet laughed ironically.
Eason frowned and was a little unhappy, "Don't blame me. But for the sake that you are my daughter, I will give you one more chance. I will call you again at night."
After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Violet angrily threw the phone on the bed. It took her a while to calm down.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
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