The Wife In Disguise

“Miss Elliott, you’re going to put me to sleep and pretend nothing happened? I’m afraid that’s not very nice?”

Louis stared at the message from Violet and returned it with interest.

Violet in the apartment took a look at it, and suddenly her eyebrows knitted.

“You know me? What do you want?”

Did this man named Hendrix know her?

“You’re a famous makeup artist, we slept together, and I want to be responsible for you. Or, you’re responsible for me!”

Violet: “…”

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Violet’s red lips pursed slightly, “Who are you anyway? Are you the male publicist of Imperial Club?”

Male PR?

She imagined herself as a male publicist?

Louis hooked his lips and continued typing, “Don’t worry, I’m not that dirty, just an ordinary man.”

“Then how did you end up with me … last night,” Violet asked, her brow knitted.

“Because you drank too much and treated me like a male publicist.”

Violet: “…”

So, she got too excited watching the show yesterday and got carried away?

Then why don’t Josie and the others pull themselves together a bit?

Violet stroked her forehead, thought about it, and transferred a sum of money over.

“Sorry, I drank too much last night. Take this money as your hard-earned money, and don’t contact me again.”

Louis looked at Violet’s turned 2888 and the curvature of his mouth increased.

It’s not a bad feeling to be hit by a woman with money for the first time!

However, no contact is impossible!

“Mr. Johnson, it’s time to get ready for the meeting.”

Harry knocked on the door and saw Louis staring at a cell phone and smiling, thinking he had looked away.

What is the situation?

Has the days of low pressure suddenly unsealed?

Who rescued him!

It must be Violet!

Louis did not receive the transfer, but resumed his usual coolness and threw the phone into the drawer.

Violet waited left and right, did not wait for Louis’s reply, some annoyed and threw the phone aside.

Drinking is a mistake!

From now on, she will never drink again!

Violet slumped on the couch, half-heartedly, and picked up her cell phone to call Josie.

Where did Josie go last night?

Why did you leave her alone?

It doesn’t make sense!

The phone rang twice and was answered.

“Violet, where are you?”

Josie’s giggling voice came over the current.

“I’m at home.”

“Huh? Why are you at home? Didn’t something happen between you and Mr. Johnson last night?”

Josie asked in surprise.

Violet looked up at the sky, “Josie, where did you go last night? Why did you leave me alone?”

“Last night Austin and I saw that you and Mr. Johnson were still drinking, and I was afraid Erin was going to sleep, so Austin and I took Erin away first ah.”

Josie paused and probed, “Violet, did you and Mr. Johnson really not have any follow-up last night?”

There is a follow-up.

But not with Louis.

Violet bellyached and smiled dryly, “What are you thinking about, where’s Erin? Did you send her to kindergarten?”

“Yeah, Austin just drove Erin off to kindergarten.”

“Oh, you slept at Mr. Evison’s last night?”

Violet digressed and teased.