One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 459

Ivan was still as calm as ever, "I know, Stanley went crazy a while ago and suppressed my father's industry, directly bankrupting my father's industry, and ruining my father's reputation, how could I not be aware of it?"

"So you're not afraid?" Violet put down the knife and fork in her hand.

Ivan chuckled, "Why should I?"

"Stanley won't spare your family." Violet replied.

The smile on Ivan's face froze, a touch of nostalgia in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, "From the moment my father laid hands on my uncle and aunt, I knew that our family and Stanley would be enemy, either we die or Stanley dies. I've been mentally prepared for this, so why should I be afraid?"

His uncle and aunt had been good to him.

When he was young, Sam often spent time out drinking and did not come home, while his mother went around to catch his mistress and did not care about him, and it was his uncle and aunt who took care of him like a son.

If he had known back then that Sam was going to do that, he would have stopped it from happening.

But it was too late for that now.

"So you're prepared mentally." Violet stirred the soup in her bowl.

Ivan hooked his lips, "Yeah, but there's one thing I should remind you of."

"What?" Violet looked at him.

A dark light flashed in Stanley's eyes, "It's true that my father had my uncle and aunt hit by someone, but there's actually another murderer in this."

Violet's pupils dilated, "What do you mean?"

So Sam was not the only one who killed Stanley's parents?

"It's exactly what you think." Ivan leaned back and looked at Violet's shocked face as he replied.

Violet squeezed her palms tightly, "Why should I believe you?"

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, I'm just reminding you that back then, someone used Stanley to lure his parents to that road so that the people my father arranged could easily complete their task." Ivan had a sip of red wine.

Violet's heart was beating fast.

The hall wasn't quiet, but she just heard her heartbeat so clearly that she couldn't calm it down.

"Who is it?" Violet asked, swallowing hard.

Ivan looked at her with a deep gaze, "I won't tell you, you can find out for yourselves, but I can tell you that you will be surprised."

Violet bit her lip, unable to understand how exactly what this sentence meant.

She was irritated and angry.

After all, it was annoying, for he said nothing about the murderer.

Violet took a deep breath, suppressing the urge in her heart to hit him, and pursed her red lips, "Then why are you telling me this? You clearly could have not told me that there was more than one murderer."

"Why?" Ivan pushed his glasses, "Probably because of the imbalance in my heart. Why should Stanley only retaliate against us while the other murderer hides in the shadows and gets away with it instead?"

"So it's because you want Stanley to retaliate against him too." Violet bristled, "Since so, why don't you tell me who he is, so that Stanley can retaliate directly at him and you will feel better?"

"True, but I still have to watch the show, and I'm still happy to see you guys taking your time to find that murderer." Ivan smiled with a nasty face.

Violet rolled her eyes, not bothering to pay attention to him.

Not far away, Pennie came out of the box with a somewhat older western man on her arm, ready to leave the hotel, when she saw Violet in the hall.

Pennie panicked and subconsciously let go of the western man, for the sake of not wanting Violet to see and speculate about her relationship with this western man.

"Baby, what's wrong?" The western man was clearly upset by Pennie behavior, and his brow furrowed.

Pennie squeezed the corners of her mouth and was about to comfort the man, but she suddenly saw the man opposite Violet.

Ivan?

Why was he here, talking and laughing with Violet!

Didn't Violet know that Ivan and Stanley did not have good terms?

Pennie narrowed her eyes, and an idea came to her mind.

Then, she took out her phone, took a photo of Ivan and Violet, and sent it to a number that she remembered well.

Stanley had just arrived at his office, and before he could take his seat, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took out his phone and glanced at it; it was a message from an unfamiliar foreign number.

Stanley wrinkled his brow.

It was his personal number, and there was no way an unknown number could have sent it in.