What she let out was not her own voice, but Violet's.
Stanley heard the voice and desperately opened his eyelids.
He still couldn't see clearing, only a woman in red standing next by him.
"Violet?" Stanley wrinkled his brow and uttered uncertainly.
A flash of jealousy flashed in Ivy's eyes, but she still responded gently, "It's me."
"Why are you here?" Stanley's body moved as if he wanted to get up.
Ivy pushed him back, "Don't move, you don't have the strength now, lie down."
Stanley smelled the familiar scent of perfume, and although he still wondered how Violet had suddenly returned, he was able to determine that it was her so he lied still.
"Stanley, I just got back and I'm so tired. Can you lie in bed with me?" Ivy leaned down and lay on his chest.
Stanley agreed and closed his eyes again.
Ivy curled her lips into a smile before slipping her hand into his suit.
Stanley sensed it, and though his brow furrowed, he didn't stop it.
When Ivy saw this, the movements of her hands became more indulgent, and she soon had the man's shirt unbuttoned.
Just as she placed her hand on the man's belt buckle, however, the sound of his rhythmic, calm breathing came from above her head.
Ivy froze in her hands and looked up.
Stanley had fallen into a complete coma.
Ivy was so resigned that her eyes were red.
She had prepared so much tonight just to have a night with him, but he fell asleep.
Ivy was furious, her teeth clenched on her lower lip.
If she had known that the overpowering drug put him to sleep so quickly, she would have put another drug.
Even if that drug would conflict with the medication he was taking today and most likely cause him to have a drug allergy, he should be fine as long as she got him to the hospital in time when she was done.
"Sure enough, I'm still too kind and scrupulous." Ivy murmured as she squeezed her palms with a grimace.
But now that things were the way they were, even if she couldn't really have anything with him, she wanted people to think that they were actually having sex.
Thinking, Ivy took a deep breath, took off the voice changer on her neck and wrung hard on her neck, arms and thighs to produce red marks before she took off her clothes and climbed onto the bed.
Then she took off Stanley's tops, making red marks on him as well.
After she was done, she laid down into Stanley's arms, raised her phone, took a picture of herself and Stanley, and sent it to Violet.
At the moment it is ten o'clock in the morning abroad.
Violet was in a meeting room with the other participating designers, going over the details of the competition.
After all, the competition was officially starting tomorrow, and there were many details that were unknown, and if anything went wrong during the competition, they did not know how to solve it.
The meeting didn't last long, and it was over in just over an hour.
When Violet walked out of the conference room, Linda came forward with a complicated face, "Violet."
"What's wrong?" Violet gave her a curious look.
Linda bit her lip, "A message popped up on your phone and I accidentally clicked on it."
Violet was amused, "It is ok."
"It's a big deal." Linda looked at her.
Violet read Linda's seriousness and the smile on her face slowly became serious, "Give me the phone."
Linda obediently handed it to her.
But just as Violet was about to take it away, Linda jerked the phone away again.
Violet looked at her uncertainly, "What's wrong?"
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