The Wife In Disguise

“What kind of makeup tools do I need?” Greyson asked.

“You won’t understand if you say so. Better send someone to my studio to get my make-up bag.”

Violet’s eyes flickered slightly and she spoke in a light voice.

Greyson stared at her, slowly got up and walked over to her, suddenly reaching out and grabbing her by the neck.

“Violet, do you really think I’m that easy to fool? Write down what tools you need! Otherwise, I will break your neck directly!”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Violet’s breath hitched, feeling the force coming from her neck, and squeezed out the words, “I can only write when you let go.”

This is a desperate man, she really can not take him as a three-year-old child deception.

Greyson let go of his hand, his eyes grim.

Violet covered her neck with two light coughs and wrote down a few tools.

“Okay.”

Greyson took the paper and glanced at it, then told his men to get it fast.

The handlers answered, stuffed the paper into their pockets, and then pulled open the door of the private room.

“Nina, come to your senses! I’ll take you back.”

A man’s voice drifted faintly outside.

Violet inadvertently glanced at the man’s figure that flashed by the doorway, and could not help but feel a jump in her heart.

The man who just passed by, why did she think it looked like Harry?

He passed by the booth with a woman in his arms, calling her name softly over and over again.

” Assistant Harry!”

Violet rushed to the door against all odds.

But the bouncer at the door had long since closed the door, shutting out her cries.

“Open the door, open the door!”

Violet couldn’t resist slapping up the door panel.

There was a pain in her shoulder, and someone yanked her to the ground in one fell swoop.

Greyson looked at her condescendingly, his eyes full of cold light.

“Violet, you don’t want to be punished, you really think I’m easy to talk to? Do you need me to give you some color?”

Violet’s newly boiling blood cooled abruptly.

She swallowed and got up from the ground.

“Sorry, I just want to know where is this place? When are you going to let me go?”

She could not provoke this man.

The only way to get out of here is to stall for time and then find a way to get out of here.

“Less nagging, wait obediently, as long as your make-up really satisfies me, I won’t hurt you.”

Greyson sat down on the couch again and said coldly.

Violet pursed her lips, looked at the door again and did not make a sound.

Was the person she saw just now Harry or not?

If so, why is he here?

And where is this place?

…

Brooklyn spent some time with her mother at the hospital and then had to leave.

He drove out not long after, without glancing, saw the car parked at the roadside.

Isn’t that Violet’s car?

A flash of suspicion in Brooklyn’s eyes, hit the steering wheel and pulled the car to the side of the road.

Getting out of the car, he went to Violet’s car, but saw no one inside.

Strange.

Why is her car parked on the side of the road, but the person is not there?

Brooklyn pulled out her cell phone and dialed Violet.

However, the phone is off.

Brooklyn thoughtfully looked at the car for a few seconds, turned back to his car, and then drove to Violet’s store.

Just after getting out of the car, I met Austin holding Erin, and Josie getting out of the car.

“Mr. Brooklyn, you’re here?”

Austin saw Brooklyn and asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Mr. Evison, I’ve come to see if Helena has returned.”

Brooklyn knew that Austin and Violet were on good terms with a few people and didn’t hold back, telling the story of how Violet went to visit his mother in the hospital today and now only saw the car but no one else.

Austin listened, exchanged glances with Josie, and gestured for her to go upstairs and take a look.