"So you think Miss Violet could be a threat to the company if she works here?" Dylan asked with an offended look on his face, as if Victor was accusing him."That's what I believe.""Did you think it was the right thing to do this time? You seem to have a very strong feeling for everything."Victor frowned, feeling as if Dylan had purposely said that to insult him."I don't think my feelings will always come true, Dylan, I'm thinking this because I know something that could make her betray me without hesitation." Victor was still trying to explain. "First of all, it's obvious, she's Antonio's daughter. You asked what the difference is between her and Vania? There is. I believe Vania will not betray me.""What makes you so sure? It could be that Antonio's daughter who would betray you for him is Miss Vania.""No, I'm sure Vania wouldn't.""What's the reason?""Because Vania is not a woman who can act stupidly for love."Dylan gave Victor a confused look, then he laughed. "Are you sure?
Violet finished preparing a glass of wine and some snacks to chat with Victor. He met her with a more refreshed look; he'd just taken a shower, and his hair was still dripping a little water."You look more alive," Violet said, and Victor sat down on the couch next to the one Violet was sitting on. She smiled and asked, "Are you already feeling like a real businessman? You look very tired.""Do I look like that?" Victor asked back."Yes...""I'm glad you understand, but you still asked me to join you for a drink."Violet pursed her lips. "You told me I could do that.""Even so, I hope you at least understand." Victor picked up the glass filled with wine and drank it down. Then he sat back on the sofa and said, "I've had your wine; is that enough now?"This time, Violet frowned in disappointment."Do you really not want to talk to me?" asked Violet with a sad face. Victor didn't respond and just looked away. "Victor, are you still angry?""Talking about it again?""I still haven't gott
Violet came home from work. She saw that her mother was still in her room, and dinner time was just around the corner."Mom, can I come in?" asked Violet as she opened Sahara's bedroom door without her knowing."Oh, Violet. You're home..." Sahara said, tidying up something she had been working on, her back to the door, looking very focused.Violet walked over to her mother, and she saw the very thick photo album in Sahara's hands."It looks like you're diving into memories of the past," Violet said, sitting down on the bed.Sahara smiled. "I miss the days when you and your brothers were kids." Violet glanced at the picture her mother was showing her, and there were several pictures of her and her twin brother when they were little.Sahara looked at Violet deeply and fondly. "It seems like time flies," she said, rubbing Violet's face. "I'm glad you're doing so well.""Anyone would do well if they had parents like you and dad." Violet kissed Sahara's cheek and lay down on the woman's be
Violet knocked softly on Antonio's workroom door before she was allowed in by Antonio, who was busy taking care of his paperwork."I'm here, Dad," Violet said, standing in front of the door."Come here." Antonio spoke without looking at Violet. After the woman arrived in front of him, Antonio put down his work to look at Violet's slightly tense face. "How was work, girl?"Antonio smiled, hope in his eyes. That hope had somehow made Violet feel pressured."Did you do what I said to do?""Yes, Dad....""Did you? And what did you get? What did he say?"Violet didn't answer right away, remembering what had happened the night she'd put the drug in Victor's wine glass under her father's orders. Violet had felt a little conflicted; she was afraid there would be dangerous side effects, but Antonio had said that the drug would just make Victor a little drunk and do what Violet wanted without realizing it.Unfortunately, it didn't work that way.Even after being so drunk that he couldn't walk t
Antonio came to that place again. A casino that was very famous among the upper socialites, a place that not everyone could get access to.But Antonio walked in confidently, even hurriedly, because he couldn't wait to meet the person behind the door, guarded by two bodyguards."Sorry, sir, you can't just walk in-ugh!"Antonio didn't wait until one of the bodyguards finished his words, and he opened the door roughly with a smile. The man he was looking for was there, sitting at his desk, which was blocked by a curtain."You're here, Handler," Antonio said, making Handler, who seemed to be busy with his work, stop to look at Antonio's presence."I have no place to be except here. What do you want this time?" asked Handler in a calm voice.Antonio had never seen Handler's face since they first met. It was just that Handler sounded like a man in his 30s, with a tall, well-built body, from the shadow he showed behind his curtains.Antonio approached Handler's curtain and said, "I already k
Victor was stunned by Violet's statement."What did you say, you were... dumped?" asked Victor, demanding an explanation. Violet bowed her head, hiding her sad face. "Violet, tell me. What's going on? You seemed fine with him, why did he dump you all of a sudden?""Are you happy?" asked Violet, giving Victor a sharp look and he was surprised. When Violet looked up, she seemed to be holding back tears with reddened eyes."Violet....""You always wished this would happen to me, didn't you?""What? What do you mean?" asked Victor in a protesting tone."You've always wished that my father would dump me so that what you said would prove to be true, that he had always intended to dump me and he's actually doing it now. Congratulations, everything is going your way."Victor gave Violet a sharp look, holding her back as she was about to leave. "Hey, what's wrong with you, why are you blaming me?""Because of you! All because of you!" Violet snapped. "You're always trying to make me believe th
Victor came back in after being out for a while. He sighed, and Violet watched him walk in with a haggard face.Violet didn't ask any questions until Victor sat down on the couch and faced her."I talked to the manager and she said that if your room has been rented for another," Victor said, "there are no more floors left in this apartment for you to live on."Violet looked disappointed."She said that as soon as you decided to stop renting, someone else rented it.""I'm not surprised, there must be a lot of people who want to live in a luxury apartment like this."Victor didn't respond to that and said, "I'll find another apartment for you, maybe one near the office.""Can I have this?" asked Violet, making Victor stop as he was about to leave."What do you mean?""I've made a lot of mistakes that have upset you, but you're still being nice to me. I feel like I don't deserve your kindness.""You're not that bad," Victor retorted, "after all, what I'm doing isn't like alms from a sain
Dylan got Victor on the phone. He was in the middle of a new jewelry production and he wanted to discuss some processes with Victor. If only Dylan could drop by the office."Hey, Vic, are you at the office?" asked Dylan, greeting Victor but Victor sounded like he was moving in a hurry."It's Sunday," Victor replied."So? There are no holidays in making money, right?""I've been making it since I started this company."Dylan sighed as Victor went back to being cocky. But Dylan knew Victor didn't mean it."Do you have something to say?" Victor asked."Yeah... I'd like to talk about a few production-related things.""Is there a problem? Are you short of materials?""No... the stock is still very plentiful and good. The delivery process wasn't disappointing either, I just wanted to talk to you directly and exchange ideas. Are you busy?""Ah... yes. I'm going to the gym.""What? Gym?"Dylan was a little surprised."Now you've started going to the gym regularly?""Yes... I'm on a fitness pr