The Wife In Disguise

The door opened and Violet stood in the doorway, looking at Alisha’s haughty expression and said in a faint voice, “Mrs. Williams, can I have my Auntie Paige’s relics now?”

Alisha smiled coldly, “Violet, who are you to tell me what to do? If you want to get something, go upstairs and get it yourself.”

Violet looked at her steadily and did not make a sound for a moment.

Brooklyn, who was on one side, said, “Helena, come on, I’ll walk you in to get your stuff.”

Violet gave him a look and nodded.

“Hey, I’m the only one in the house today, so it’s not good for you to come in as an outside man.”

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Violet was amused, “Mrs. Williams, what do you mean? Afraid of what my friend might do to you? Do you want me to get you a mirror? I don’t think every man is hungry for an old woman.”

“You!”

Alisha choked and her face changed for a moment.

Brooklyn smiled back and was about to walk Violet into the house when her phone rang.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it and found that it was the servant of the house calling.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Brooklyn, it’s not good, come back quickly, Mrs. Scott has passed out.”

“What? What’s going on?” Brooklyn asked with a start.

“Mrs. Scott passed out when she couldn’t catch her breath.”

The servant hurriedly returned the call.

“I got it, I’ll be right back.”

Brooklyn put the phone away, looked at Violet and said somewhat apologetically, “Helena, I’m sorry, I’ve had a family emergency and I need to get back right away.”

Violet froze and nodded, “Okay, you hurry back.”

“But you’re here.”

Brooklyn glanced at Alisha with some hesitation.

“It’s okay, I’ll leave after I get my stuff.”

Violet smiled and brought the bag in her hand towards her arms.

“Then get back in touch.”

“Good.”

Watching Brooklyn leave, Alisha’s eyes flashed with a hint of smugness.

Looks like Buddy’s guys pulled it off.

Now there’s no obstacle.

“What are you still standing there for? Come in and get your stuff.”

Alisha turned around coldly and proudly and headed towards the couch in the living room.

Violet was silent and followed her inside.

“Where is the stuff?”

“It’s in the attic, go get it yourself.”

Alisha, with her short haircut, lazily replied.

Violet looked at her for two seconds and turned to go upstairs.

Alisha on the sofa watched Violet’s back as she went upstairs, a winning smile curling the corners of her mouth.

After today, she can take credit for it with Rosalie.

Soon she will be able to step into high society!

The third floor loft, Violet pushed open the door and walked in.

This place is an attic, but the place is not small and cleaned quite well.

There is a coffee table and a collapsible table.

A few books were placed on it.

Could that be Auntie Paige’s relics?

Violet walked over quickly and was about to pick up the books when she noticed an aromatherapy lamp sitting on the side.

An aroma is curling up from inside.

Scent!

Something is wrong!

Violet froze, thought of something, hastily covered her mouth and nose, picked up the books and tried to leave.

The scent was a bit cloying, and I don’t know if it was just her, but she felt a bit dizzy.

Alisha couldn’t have done something in this house!