"Well, I will." Violet nodded her head.
After that, the two spoke some more before ending the call.
After Violet put away her phone, she stopped a taxi and left.
Just after the taxi left, a black car not far down the road, suddenly rolled down its backseat window.
In the car window, Ivy's face was gloomy as she looked at the direction Violet left, her eyes filled with killing intent.
Suddenly, an icy male voice rang out, "I advise you better curb your eyes, you show your killing intent for Violet in front of me, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist killing you first."
Hearing those words, Ivy's hand on her lap clenched up tightly, and her teeth clenched her lower lip so tightly that they almost broke it.
But soon, she took a deep breath and tried desperately to push the dark thoughts inside her, forcing out a smile, "Sorry."
Ivan gave a cold smile and didn't say anything anymore.
Ivy withdrew her gaze and looked across to the mental hospital, "Phoebe is in there?"
"That's right." Ivan nodded, "It took me a lot of effort to know it."
Ivy narrowed her eyes, "That stupid bitch, I helped her change her face in the first place, thinking she could make it, but I didn't expect to be exposed so quickly and be put in a place like this. She’s really useless!"
Ivan smiled, "If she was useful, she would have married Stanley a long time ago, and she wouldn't have ended up in this situation. Want to go and meet her?"
"No." Ivy shook her head, "Didn't you say that there were bodyguards here arranged by Stanley? If I go, won't I be shooting myself in the foot?"
Ivan shrugged his shoulders, "Since we're not going, let's go back first."
Ivy nodded and rolled up the window.
They came here because they heard that Violet had returned, so they came to see.
Now that he saw Violet, there was naturally no need to stay any longer.
Soon the car left the entrance of the mental hospital and blended into a sea of cars, disappearing.
On the other hand, Violet didn't know that Ivy and Ivan had appeared after she left.
She returned to the villa and the two children ran over to greet her, "Mommy."
"Good boy." Violet hugged the two children, dotingly rubbing their hair.
Linda came out from inside with a glass of champagne, "Violet, the magazine party just called."
"What was said?" Violet took the two children's hands and went to sit down at the sofa.
Linda took a sip of wine and replied, "It's still about the design. The magazine party is going to do a magazine photo shoot in another week and asked if you've finished the design yet."
"Yes, I was planning to take it over tomorrow." Violet picked up an apple and peeled it once as she spoke.
Linda nodded, "Alright then, I'll reply then."
Violet responded, "Okay."
After Linda left, Violet cut the peeled apple in half and shared it with the two children, then let the two children go upstairs to play.
At that moment, one of the villa's maids walked over, holding a parcel.
"Mrs. Murphy, your parcel." The maid handed the maid to Violet.
Violet took it with confusion, "Who sent it?"
She had not bought anything online yet.
"I don't know, there's no message on it, it just says it's for you. And I took it out of the mailbox outside." The maid replied.
Violet smiled at her, "I got it, you go ahead and get busy."
"Yes." The maid nodded, then turned and walked away.
Violet was the only one left in the living room.
A wave of suspicion rose in her heart as she examined the exterior of the parcel carefully and found that there was indeed little information.
Deliberately withholding information to give her this parcel, it seemed that the person behind it was quite complicated.
She just didn’t know if it was a good guy or a bad guy.
If it was a bad guy, who would it be?
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